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Volume 5: The Eight Parts of the Dragon Chapter 59: Distant Mountains

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    Chapter 59 Distant Mountains

    Xiao Yuesheng let out a sound, feeling quite surprised. He raised his right hand, pointed out his five fingers, and fired the five sword energy "chichichichichichi", dividing its five directions, like shooting a hidden weapon.

    At this time, he only used the Six Meridian Divine Sword as a finger technique. Most of the time he used it to activate the power of his yang finger and then ignored it after the force was emitted. He rarely used it as a sword.

    It¡¯s not impossible, but it¡¯s not necessary. It¡¯s just used as a fingering technique. The sword energy is so powerful that no one can stop it.

    The old man did not panic. He took a step back, raised and turned his palms, and pushed forward violently. Several leaves on the ground suddenly flew up and shot in five directions.

    "Bop, boom" There were five crisp sounds, and the leaves exploded, turning into five balls of powder and falling down.

    Xiao Yuesheng was surprised, stopped and looked at him: "What kind of kung fu is this?"

    The old man sneered, and his body floated in front of him like a leaf. He struck out with his palm, making a whirring sound. The wind of the palm was as strong as a violent wind.

    Xiao Yuesheng stepped aside and waved his fingers gently and gracefully, like stroking the strings of a piano, with a faint smile on his face, showing joy and grace.

    The old man frowned, took a step back, and lightning flashed in his eyes: "Pick your fingers?!"

    Xiao Yuesheng stood up with his hands closed, blocking the door, and said with a slight smile: "Your Excellency, your good taste is the Shaolin finger!"

    He took a look at the old man. He was tall and strong, with tight muscles all over his body. He really didn't look like an old man. He was more energetic than a prime man.

    The old man¡¯s eyes were as bright as lightning, he stepped forward and shouted: ¡°Who are you, kid?¡­A Shaolin disciple?!¡±

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled, his tone was calm, and he was talking about ordinary things: "If you ask others, you should talk about yourself first, right?Who is your Excellency, and why are you here?"

    "Is Qiao Sanhuai inside?" The old man turned his eyes and glanced inside the house.

    Qiao Sanhuai came out of the house and said with a smile: "Who is looking for me?"

    He came out from behind Xiao Yuesheng and when he saw the old man, he suddenly became happy: "Feng'er?Ah, you are not Feng'er!"

    His joy dissipated, he rubbed his eyes and looked at the old man in surprise: "Alas you and Feng'er look so similar!"

    Xiao Yuesheng turned slightly, stepped forward and stood side by side with Qiao Sanhuai, and asked with a smile: "Mr. Qiao, he looks very similar to Gang Leader Qiao?"

    ¡°If it¡¯s not that they are different in age, they are just carved from the same mold!¡± Qiao Sanhuai stared at the old man, nodded and sighed.

    Xiao Yuesheng narrowed his eyes slightly and guessed the identity of the old man. He said calmly: "What is the relationship between you and Gang Leader Qiao?  Such a similarity is rare in the world. Could it be Gang Leader Qiao's biological father?"

    "Guanlan, what did you say?!" Qiao Sanhuai turned around, his eyes widened, and he stared at Xiao Yuesheng, his face changed drastically.

    ??????

    Qiao Sanhuai's face turned red, her lips trembled, and she said angrily: "Who are you talking nonsense? Feng'er Feng'er is my biological child!"

    "Nonsense!" the old man suddenly shouted, his voice like thunder.

    Qiao Sanhuai's body swayed a bit, as if he was drunk. Xiao Yuesheng hurriedly stretched out his palms to press his vest, passing through an internal force to nourish and repair his body.

    Xiao Yuesheng turned to look at the old man, frowned, and snorted in displeasure: "Your Excellency relies on your martial arts to bully people who don't know how to martial arts?!"

    The old man¡¯s eyes were gleaming with electricity, and his beard and eyebrows were as wide as an angry lion: ¡°I don¡¯t care whether he is a martial artist or not. Get out of here. If you meddle in other people¡¯s business again, we¡¯ll kill him together!¡±

    Xiao Yuesheng turned to Qiao Sanhuai and said: "Mr. Qiao, your kindness in raising me is greater than heaven. Even if you are not your biological son, Gang Leader Qiao will never disown you Go back to the house and rest, I'll come and meet him for a while!"

    Qiao Sanhuai turned to look at him, his eyes full of sadness and worry.

    Xiao Yuesheng sighed secretly in his heart, patted his trembling body, and said seriously: "Don't worry, Gang Leader Qiao is chivalrous and very filial!"

    He had a firm look on his face, and his voice was soothing and inexplicably calm. You couldn't help but believe what he said.

    Qiao Sanhuai felt better. He nodded and walked into the house. His figure was slightly stooped, and he suddenly looked much older.

    Xiao Yuesheng watched him leave, his face slowly darkened, he turned around slowly, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the old man up and down.

    If the prediction is correct, this person is Xiao Yuanshan, the biological parents of Qiao Feng.

    "Are you here to kill Mr. Qiao?" Xiao Yuesheng asked lightly, his tone cold.

    Xiao Yuanshan's eyes were like lightning and fierce as fire. He was too lazy to talk nonsense. He took a step forward, punched his chest, and shouted in a low voice: "You are looking for death, I will help you."??¡±

    Xiao Yuesheng drew an arc with his left palm. He moved quickly, instantly wrapped his fist in it, and then pulled it to the left.

    As if an invisible ribbon was wrapped around him, Xiao Yuanshan deflected his fist and hit the empty space on the left. Knowing that it was not good, he sharply withdrew his internal strength, sank his legs, and made a heavy drop to stop his forward momentum.

    His inner strength was cut off and his next move was interrupted.

    This is the silk-winding strength of Tai Chi. Xiao Yuesheng has been studying it slowly over the past few days, studying various moves in his mind, and gradually gaining a deeper understanding of Tai Chi.

    Xiao Yuanshan took a step back and frowned: "Is your surname Murong?!"

    Xiao Yuesheng shook his head, knowing that he had mistaken him for Murong Fu. The Murong family's method of giving to others is vaguely similar to Tai Chi.

    He smiled and said: "You won't change your name when you are sitting down, and you won't change your surname when you are working. This is Xiao Guanlan!"

    Xiao Yuanshan nodded and waved his hand: "Okay, you are young, but with such skill, you are a hero!  I don't want to kill you, just get out of the way!"

    Xiao Yuesheng laughed: "You want to kill Mr. Qiao, but you can't. It's better to retreat. I won't kill you either!"

    Xiao Yuanshan sneered, with a face full of impatience: "There is a road to heaven, but you don't take it, and there is no door to hell, so you come in. If I don't show mercy, take the move!"

    After he said that, he pushed forward with a palm. The palm was not released quickly, and the push was smooth, simple and unpretentious.

    Xiao Yuesheng frowned slightly. The force of this palm was as solid as a mountain, but it was to prevent himself from using Tai Chi again.

    Such pure internal strength is rare. Fang Kan used the Six Meridians Divine Sword by himself. He clicked his left thumb and whistled softly, and a sword energy shot out, directly hitting his palm.

    The remaining four fingers remained motionless, and he turned his thumb. The sword energy was strong, moving vertically and horizontally. Within a foot in front of him, the energy was overflowing, the sword energy was so strong, and the air seemed to be broken.

    Xiao Yuanshan was shocked. He kept backing up, his hands kept busy, punching out one after another, making a whirring sound, resisting Xiao Yuesheng's sword energy.

    A clear light flashed in Xiao Yuesheng's eyes, and he had already figured out the route of his martial arts. This boxing technique was fierce and powerful, and it was worth learning.

    He stood on the same spot with his right hand behind his back. He only moved his thumb of his left hand slightly and used his sword energy to force Xiao Yuanshan back.

    Only after he had retreated two feet away did Xiao Yuanshan stop.

    Xiao Yuesheng also stopped the Six Meridians Divine Sword. With this breath, the sword energy poured out continuously, and the internal power of one acupuncture point was exhausted.

    Xiao Yuanshan took a long breath, his eyes were filled with lightning, and he was surprised. What kind of martial arts is this, so magical?

    Immediately, with anger and murderous intent boiling in his heart, he kicked his feet fiercely, his big sleeves fluttering in front of him, and he rushed towards him, trying to get close to him, like a bat.

    Xiao Yuesheng pressed the thumb of his left hand again, chi chi, the whistling sound was muffled, and the dense sword energy came through the air and hit his two big sleeves.

    The sleeves turned into countless fragments and fell down one after another. Xiao Yuanshan walked out from the fragments and rushed towards Xiao Yuesheng. His right hand reached out, turned his palm into a claw, and grabbed it head on.

    The air seemed to be torn apart by his nails, and he hissed softly. Before his fingers could reach him, his strength was already released, and he was grabbing at Xiao Yuesheng's face.

    Xiao Yuesheng frowned, no longer merciful, he gently raised his right hand to his chest, pointed out his index finger diagonally, and a sword energy burst out of his finger and shot towards the palm of Xiao Yuanshan's hand. It was extremely fast and could not be avoided.

    There was a soft "pop" sound, a small hole appeared in the palm, and blood splattered everywhere.

    Xiao Yuanshan groaned and backed up suddenly, as fast as an arrow.

    When his body flew back in the air, he punched hard with his left fist, and a huge internal force surged in, like an overwhelming force.

    Xiao Yuesheng raised his right palm and slashed into the void. The invisible and colorless sword energy struck out, and there was a soft "chi" sound, like a piece of clothing being torn apart.

    The mud dust on the ground was picked up, swirling, and then slowly settled, forming two small hills, one on each side of Xiao Yuesheng.

    Xiao Yuesheng was angry in his heart. He stepped forward a little and looked leisurely, but he was a little faster than Xiao Yuanshan.

    When Xiao Yuanshan saw him, he hurriedly retreated. If he couldn't beat him, he would leave. He would not die.

    Xiao Yuesheng activated the Divine Movement Technique, and in a blink of an eye he was within ten feet. He waved his five fingers together, and the sword energy shot out quickly, making a hissing sound.

    "Xiao Yuanshan's body swayed from side to side, and he could make a zigzag when walking. He was elusive, but he could not escape the sword energy. Two fingers were hit on the shoulder, blood spattered, and the turban was knocked off, revealing a bare head.

    Injured, Xiao Yuanshan's speed increased again, and like a wisp of smoke, he disappeared on the other side of the hillside in an instant. Xiao Yuesheng stopped for no reason.
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