Chapter 5: Overpowering the Enemy
Take advantage of his illness and take his life!
Qin Yun, with three years of hunting experience, was well aware that when you strike a snake and fail to kill it, you will only end up hurting yourself. A wounded beast is the most dangerous!
He had only practiced fist techniques and not knife techniques, but this one knife concentrated all his strength, with great momentum and powerful force, directly chopping towards the burly man's neck.
Clang!
Just as the hunting knife was about to slash the opponent's neck, it was suddenly blocked by a giant sword that had risen abruptly. The metal collided violently, producing a crisp sound.
The hunting knife snapped into two pieces!
This is terrible! Qin Yun secretly cried out that things were not good, his hunting knife was a common product made by the village blacksmith, and it was completely like hitting a stone with an egg when it clashed with the opponent's sharp great sword.
He immediately stopped in his tracks and hastily retreated backwards. Just as he had taken a step back, a sharp sword blade swept horizontally across the space in front of him!
Qin Yun only felt a chill in his chest and abdomen, his clothes were cut open by the sword blade, bright red blood spurted out from the torn skin wound, almost being disembowelled!
A burly man with a thick beard and mustache, holding a massive sword, struggled to get up. A pair of leopard-like eyes stared fixedly at Qin Yun, who was retreating, the gaze filled with venomous resentment.
As a cultivator of the Triple Heaven Realm, he had never been so stifled as he was today, being beaten so miserably by a youth who hadn't even grown out his hair yet.
"You little brat, just you wait! I'll make you regret being born into this world!" He bellowed: "I will slaughter all the men in your village and sell the women to brothels as prostitutes!"
Bastard!
The arrogance and ruthlessness of the burly man thoroughly enraged Qin Yun, he stopped retreating, dropped the half hunting knife in his hand, clenched his fists and pounced again.
The whiskered big Han's mouth corner revealed a thread of fine and imperceptible sneer, what he wanted was to let Qin Yun himself rush over.
This cruel and cunning horse thief leader is almost at the end of his tether. If Qin Yun patiently circles around him without easily getting close to him for a fierce battle, not giving him the opportunity to treat his injuries, he can completely exhaust him to death.
But now he has succeeded in his cunning plan, and the strongest killer move has long been prepared for Qin Yun.
The burly man narrowed his eyes, staring unblinkingly at Qin Yun as he charged straight over, the massive sword in his hand rising quietly, its blade emitting a faint red glow.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Suddenly, several feathered arrows shot out from the woods behind the bearded giant!
The burly man with a curly beard who had put all his attention on Qin Yun was completely unprepared and didn't even have time to dodge, and was shot by six or seven feathered arrows in the back!
"Ah! ~"
He let out a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering scream, his eyes bulging and mouth spewing fresh blood as he stumbled forward, the killing move he had been preparing completely collapsing.
A cultivator in the Refining Qi stage can distribute their true energy through the meridians to enhance their defensive capabilities, allowing them to withstand ordinary arrow and sword attacks, of course, this is only referring to the strength of an average person.
The heavily injured strong man's strength plummeted, and he used his last bit of energy to deal with Qin Yun. How could his flesh body withstand the sharp and fierce feather arrows?
Boom!
Seizing the opportunity, Qin Yun raised his fists and heavily struck the bearded big man's face, exploding with a powerful punch that sent him flying out again.
Crack!
In the brittle sound of shattering bones, the horse bandit's face collapsed on one side, with one eye blown into a pulp of blood and flesh. He fell to the ground, his limbs convulsing as he spat out fresh blood, already taking in more air than he was letting out.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Suddenly, more than a dozen feathered arrows flew in swiftly, almost turning the bearded giant into a porcupine as he fell to the ground, already dead beyond death.
"Qin Yun!"
"Yun Xiao Zi, are you okay?"
Figures flitted about in the woods, and one by one, robust men with bows and knives appeared, all of whom were hunters from Shang Lie Village, including Old Village Chief.
"Grandpa Shi, I'm fine!"
Qin Yun let out a big sigh of relief, but his fists were still clenched and his back was drenched with sweat.
The situation just now was really too dangerous, if he reacted a little slower, it would probably be himself who fell to the ground, and afterwards being enraged by the whiskered big man even exposed the weakness of lacking combat experience.
At his age, Qin Yun has already achieved something to be proud of.
"It's all right, you're safe now, but we were worried to death!" The old village chief, grasping his walking stick, let out a long sigh: "Fortunately, we didn't arrive too late. This guy was the one who injured your grandfather, and now he's dead at your hands, finally getting what he deserved!"
Mentioning his grandfather, Qin Yun couldn't help but want to cry again. He forcibly suppressed the sorrow in his heart and said: "Old Man Shi, there are still three horse bandits hiding in the woods."
"They can't escape!" The old village chief gritted his teeth and said: "A debt of blood must be repaid with blood!"
Nearly twenty hunters followed the old village chief here, all of whom were members of the Shanglie Village Hunting Team, and were fierce and bloodthirsty.
The hunting team returned to Shanglie Village a bit late, missing the battle with the horse thieves, but they followed Qin Yun's footsteps to provide support, even bringing the mountain guard dogs.
Shou Shan dog is a famous hunting dog in Yunwu Mountain area, wild boars and tigers in the mountain all show three points of respect.
At the old village chief's command, five guard dogs as fierce and agile as cheetahs rushed into the forest, searching for three hidden horse thieves.
These three horse thieves were just ordinary people and couldn't escape the search by the mountain guards and hunters.
One bandit was shot dead, one was bitten to death by a guard dog, and another was wounded and captured. The hunters from Shanglin Village returned triumphantly with their spoils of war.
But someone had died in the village, and no one was happy about it. Qin Yun stayed by his grandfather's bedside all night after returning to Shang Xiang Village.
But a man cannot be brought back to life, and no matter how sad or sorrowful he is, it's impossible for the deceased to come back to life.
Under the host of Lao Village Chief, Shang Lie village held a grand funeral for Qin Yang according to local customs.
The funeral lasted for three days before it finally came to an end, and Qin Yun was only able to extricate himself from his sorrowful mood, but in the depths of his eyes, there was a hint of gloom that others could hardly detect.
During this time, the old village chief originally sought help from Da Jing Town and sent people over. After inspecting and interrogating the captives, it was confirmed that the horse thieves killed by Qin Yun and others came from Zhao Prefecture in the south, and the leader of the horse thieves with a curly beard was even wanted by the official government of Yan, with a reward of 500 taels of silver on his head.
The reward was finally left with only 150 taels when it arrived at Shanglie Village. The old village chief meant to give it all to Qin Yun, but Qin Yun only kept 50 taels and distributed the rest to the few households in the village that had suffered difficulties.
On the evening of the day when the funeral was over, Qin Yun took out a four-foot-long wooden box from under his grandfather's wooden bed.
Open the dusty box cover, a long sword with scabbard is quietly placed inside, and two thin green leather books are pressed under the sword.
Although the sword is still in its scabbard, a sharp and invisible aura presses forward, the leather wrapping on the hilt and scabbard has fine texture and is exquisitely crafted, it's clear that it's not an ordinary item.
This sword sheath was the last legacy left by Qin Yang, inside which was a three-foot-seven-inch-long Qinglian Sword, and two sword manuals: Basic Swordsmanship and Fierce Fire Swordsmanship.
This was originally prepared by Qin Yang for Qin Yun to practice sword skills after opening his pulse, Qin Yun knew before, but didn't think it would become a relic.
At the sight of these things, Qin Yun couldn't help but think of Qin Yang's appearance and smile before his death. Although he now knew that Qin Yang wasn't his real relative, the affection accumulated over a decade was something that could never be erased.
In his heart, Qin Yang is his own grandfather.
He also remembered Qin Yang's teachings, and as a man of the Qin family, he did not shed tears even when his blood was shed, so he suppressed his sadness deep in his heart.
He stretched out his hand and took out the Qingxiao sword from its scabbard, holding the scabbard in his left hand and gripping the hilt with his right hand, exerting a slight force.
Clang!
The Qinggang sword was drawn from its scabbard, and instantly emitted a gentle hum of dragon's chant. The sword's hum revolved around the beam, leaving a lingering echo that seemed to carry a hint of joy, as if the dragon had returned to the great sea.
The small, humble room was suddenly illuminated. Under the dim light of the oil lamp on the bedside table, a three-foot-long sword shone brightly, its invisible aura piercing through and pressing against his eyebrows, causing Qin Yun's heart to secretly tremble with surprise.
This Qingyan sword is about three fingers wide, straight and hard with a sharp edge, the surface of the sword has a faint aura of cyan energy flowing around it. Even Qin Yun, who doesn't understand swords, knows that this is an absolutely rare good sword.
In comparison, the five-foot giant sword used by Mǎ Zǐ Tóu Zi was powerful and sharp, but it gave people a feeling of being superficial and lacking in inner meaning.
The vast mainland, martial artists are as numerous as clouds, with swords being revered. Among the nine states and ten major sects, there are five major sword-cultivating sects that specialize in the way of the sword. The other five families each have their own unique martial path, but also have their own exclusive swordsmanship traditions.
Under the vast sky, there are as many swordsmen as stars in the Milky Way, while weapons such as knives, guns, axes, and arrows are basically used by ordinary people or soldiers in the Refining Qi realm, and it's hard to enter the elegant hall.
Qin Yang had long since paved the way for Qin Yun's sword path, and ten years of hard work was to lay the most solid foundation, but he did not expect that fate would play tricks on him, and wait until he saw Qin Yun grasp the long sword and die.
This also means that from now on, Qin Yun can only embark on his long and arduous journey of swordsmanship and revenge alone.
Five days later.
At the foot of Yunwu Mountain, not far from Hanshan, a small wooden house was set up next to Qin Yang's tomb.
On the day the wooden house was completed, Qin Yun moved out of his original village house and into it, where he began to mourn for his grandfather while starting to practice basic sword skills.
No one guided him, he memorized the basic swordsmanship and practiced with a wooden sword, one move at a time.
The basic swordsmanship includes twelve sword styles, including drawing the sword style, swinging the sword style, stabbing the sword style, breaking the sword style, etc., which include all the basic sword moves such as stabbing, lifting, cutting, swinging, pointing and slashing.
The basic swordsmanship is easy to learn, but it's not easy to meet the requirements of the sword spectrum.
The first move, drawing the sword style, requires completing the preparation for drawing the sword and assuming a stance within one breath. Whether the sword is hung at the waist or carried on the back, it must be drawn from its scabbard to meet the enemy in the shortest possible time!
He practiced the sword-drawing technique for half a month, starting with a wooden sword and switching to a Qinggang sword once he was proficient. Every day, he would draw his sword tens of thousands of times, practicing until his arms were numb and swollen, but never stopping.
When it came time to practice drawing his sword in a flash, Qin Yun only needed half a breath of time to complete the entire process!
