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Chapter 177: The Shaolin Master Chase
Chapter 177: The Shaolin Master Chase
Two pure white horses without a single stray hair, a silk and rosewood carriage, a sturdy groom in a felt hat and hemp robe, and a handsome young attendant in a green robe and a small hat.
This was Jiang Feng's mode of transportation and his attendants for this journey.
Even Yan Nantian had cleaned himself up, changing into a fine green silk robe, and his trusty rusty iron sword had been replaced with a new one sheathed in sharkskin and made of fine steel.
While he may not pay much attention to minor details, if he were traveling through the jianghu alone, not only would his sword be whatever was within reach, but he'd likely be wearing straw sandals with holes in them.
However, he was also considerate of others and wouldn't deliberately maintain a ragged appearance to dirty Jiang Feng's carriage. Since his second brother was providing everything, he was more than happy to enjoy the comforts offered.
The bond between him and Jiang Feng couldn't be measured by money.
Their friendship was based on similar personalities and a mutual sense of righteousness. Nothing more, nothing less.
At this time, they had already passed Jingmen and were heading towards Xiangyang. Yan Nantian, seated in the carriage, still looked at Jiang Feng with a rather astonished expression, "In the few months that we haven't seen each other, your martial arts skills have improved significantly, and you've specifically practiced your swordsmanship?"
With Yan Nantian's appearance, Jiang Feng naturally wanted to test his skills against him.
Over the past month or so, Jiang Feng had completely familiarized himself with his original body's abilities and had also integrated You Longsheng's martial arts. His internal energy, light body technique, and swordsmanship had all improved greatly.
Comparing his skills to those of his original body, if he were to encounter the situation in the original story where five chickens and a pig ganged up on him, Jiang Feng believed he could easily send them all packing.
At this moment, Jiang Feng lounged on the soft couch in the carriage, sipping a cup of fragrant tea as he smiled at Yan Nantian, "I am the brother of the number one sword in the world. How could I not be proficient in swordsmanship?"
Yan Nantian laughed heartily at his words, "Your martial arts are already stronger than most people in the jianghu. If you also have a sharp and swift sword technique, I fear many famous experts would not be a match for you."
Jiang Feng smiled faintly. In truth, his body's reactions were still slightly slower when sparring with Yan Nantian. However, given some more time, even if he couldn't compare to Ah Fei and Jing Wuming, piercing the throats of some famous experts would be as easy as pie.
As for those so-called famous experts...
The experts Yan Nantian spoke of were naturally a cut above those that ordinary people would refer to as famous.
...
Continuing on their journey, they passed through Xiangyang, crossed the Han River, and traveled through Nanyang. Moving forward, they would arrive at the famous ancient city of Luoyang.
Jiang Feng lifted the curtain and gazed at the scenery by the road.
That was the place where a famous female expert had once been buried. Jiang Feng wondered if she could come to this world and challenge Yao Yue.
As Jiang Feng was thinking about this, he heard the sound of fluttering clothes in the wind up ahead.
"An expert?" Jiang Feng raised an eyebrow.
"Excellent light body technique!" Yan Nantian praised.
The next moment, more fluttering sounds filled the air, some light and some heavy. Some people walked on the grass, while others leaped from treetop to treetop. Although their light body techniques varied, they were all exceptional experts in the jianghu.
"Many people are chasing one person?" Jiang Feng asked.
Yan Nantian nodded, "Among the pursuers is a high-level expert from the Shaolin Temple."
Jiang Feng also nodded. From the sound of breaking wind earlier, he could only make out that it was a blunt weapon, but Yan Nantian had identified it as something similar to a staff or rod.
Being close to Song Mountain, it was natural that the pursuers were Shaolin disciples, and they were clearly highly skilled ones at that.
"What kind of person could attract so many experts?" Jiang Feng asked curiously.
"Let's go take a look and we'll know!" Yan Nantian smiled, "If it's an evil and treacherous villain, we'll take care of them right then and there!"
Jiang Feng stood up and smiled, "With so many Shaolin Temple experts present, I'm afraid there won't be an opportunity for you to show off your skills, big brother.
"Jiang Gui, Jiang Qin, you two wait here. I'll go and take a look with my brother," Jiang Feng instructed.
The carriage driver acknowledged loudly, while Jiang Qin tugged at Jiang Feng's sleeve, her eyes filled with concern. "Be careful, Young Master!" she admonished.
Yan Nantian witnessed this exchange with appreciation in his heart.
Jiang Feng patted Jiang Qin's arm reassuringly. "Rest assured, with my brother here, even if all the evil in the world converges, not a single hair on me will be harmed."
Yan Nantian couldn't help but chuckle at his words. Then, with a swift movement, he took the lead and darted forward. "Let's see how your light body technique fares!" he challenged.
Without even turning around, Jiang Feng's body lifted gracefully into the air. With a twist in mid-air, he landed lightly on a tree trunk by the road and swiftly chased after Yan Nantian. His movements seemed relaxed, yet they were incredibly swift—not a trace of sluggishness.
"Impressive light body technique!" Yan Nantian exclaimed.
Although he hadn't used his full strength, there were probably very few in the jianghu who could match this level of skill.
However, Jiang Feng shook his head. "But compared to the person who fled first, I'm afraid it's still slightly inferior."
The sound of the fleeing person's clothes rustling in the wind was extremely light and delicate, even carrying a faint whistling sound, indicating their incredible speed. If not for the thickly skilled pursuers, they would have likely shaken them off by now.
"Indeed, there are only a handful of people in the jianghu who possess such light body technique, but who is this person that has provoked the Shaolin masters to take action?" Yan Nantian asked, his curiosity piqued.
Yan Nantian's body moved up and down as he ran, his speed not slowing for a moment, yet he made not a single sound as he cut through the wind, a testament to his profound and solid internal strength.
Jiang Feng didn't possess this skill, but his Godly Dragon Nine Turns Body Technique and the light body technique he had practiced in the Kunlun Snow Valley were also not weak. He followed closely behind Yan Nantian, chasing after the large group up ahead.
...
"Vile thief! You dared to ambush the only secular disciple of the Shaolin Abbot, and you still want to live?"
"There's no escape for you in this world!"
"Shaolin Master Puyi and his four protectors are after you! Surrender now and return to Mount Song with the Shaolin gods to repent!"
Among the pursuers were not only Master Puyi and his four protectors but also many secular disciples of Shaolin who had already descended the mountain to start their careers, as well as numerous masters from the Henan martial arts world.
However, the person they were chasing clearly had no intention of spending the rest of his life at the Shaolin Temple on Mount Song.
With a flash of his figure, he released a shower of dark blue seeds, like a rain of flowers.
"Be careful!"
"There are hidden weapons!"
"We're approaching Mount Yao! He wants to enter the mountain and shake us off!"
"Amituofo!"
The leading old monk chanted a Buddhist mantra, brandishing his staff. "Master Puxin anticipated that he would want to enter Mount Funiu and pass through Shaanxi into Gansu. He's already waiting up ahead."
"The Shaolin gods are truly omniscient!"
"Hahaha, listen up, thief! You have nowhere to go now—no path to heaven, no door to the earth!"
"Hehehe..."
A faint, ethereal laughter drifted through the air, intermittent like a patient who had just recovered from a serious illness, devoid of any vitality. "If you want to trap me, I'm afraid you don't have the skills!"
At the same time, on the road leading into the mountain, another old monk appeared, accompanied by nine Shaolin monks.
Thus, the fleeing figure ahead could only pause and veer off towards the trees on the side.
(End of Chapter)
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