Flying Dust

Flying Dust [Fei Chen]

Chapter 21.1

“Fei Chen, those are all Jiang hu’s matters. You said you have no interest in Jiang Hu, since that is the case, you should not bother about it.” Yu Jin’s hands were placed on Mo Fei Chen’s shoulders, seemingly pouring internal force into him, making him immobile on the chair.

 

“Yu Shi Xiong ah, Shi Fu, Li Du and the others are still in the arena…”

 

“They have nothing to do with me.” Yu Jin’s eyes were already a little cold.

 

At this moment, a woman’s voice came from outside the door, “Report to the protector, ‘Yi jin san’ in the tea has worked. Wen Qian Liu and the others have found themselves unable to use their internal force.”

 

[Yi jin san 易筋散 : the medicine name that able to stop the use of neili or internal force for some time being.]

 

Mo Fei Chen followed the voice to see that the woman was precisely the servant girl who delivered the tea.

 

Yu Jin did not look back, but continued to stare at Mo Fei Chen, “Very good, does the Vice Leader know already?”

 

“Yes, the Vice Leader said to let you come to aid at the Feng Po Pavilion outside the manor!”

 

“Understood, you go ahead and tie them up, ba!” Upon hearing Yu Jin’s order, that woman dashed off.

 

“What are you guys going to do to Shi Fu and the others?”

 

Yu Jin smiled but he did not answer, with his right hand on Mo Fei Chen’s shoulder suddenly went downward and tapped Mo Fei Chen’s acupuncture points before then he carried him up and placed him on the bed, “Fei Chen, you should sleep well here. Wait until your acupuncture points are released, after that, you go back ba!”

 

Mo Fei Chen shouted out loud, “Yu woodenhead (blockhead)! I shouldn’t believe you were a good person! You are entirely a wood!”

 

As he reached the door, Yu Jin turned his head back and moving his finger slightly, he sealed Mo Fei Chen’s (voice) mute acupuncture points with his invisible sword Qi.

 

Bastard! You, this big bastard!

 

It just that Yu Jin did not expect that

Mo Fei Chen’s cultivation and internal strength was passed on and taught to him personally by He Yunfeng where he had already learnt it to a certain extent. His true qi flowed through his body and came from all directions, breaking through the acupuncture points in less than half an incense stick. He did not even have time to bring his sword with him, he was already rushed out using his Qing Gong. 

 

When he arrived at the martial arts arena, Mo Fei Chen hid himself behind a tree and as expected, he saw a group of people dressed in black walking back and forth between the arena.

 

Wen Qian Liu and even Wu Liang Chanshi and the others were all tied up. Mo Fei Chen was anxious, so he swept his eyes over and found Wen Qing Yuan and the others. Naturally, Wen Qing Yuan was tied up, while his other disciples including Li Du, were all sitting in the same place with their acupuncture points being tapped on. 

 

The person beside Wen Qian Liu, Lu Qingmo, seemed to have seen him and frowned slightly. Looking from the shape of his mouth as he spoke, he seemed to say, “Go now!” 

 

If it were in normal times, Lu Qingmo would not care how embarrassed he was to be tied up. Mo Fei Chen had a vague feeling that he was the type of person who didn’t even care about his own life. But this time it was different, because that guy’s Wen Shi Xiong had also been caught.

 

While on the other hand, Jun Wushuang had also been tapped on his acupuncture points, but this time he had his back toward him so he could not see anything.

 

Whether it was Wen Qing Yuan or his senior and junior martial brothers from the manor, or Jun Wushuang, this fake gentleman and Lu Qingmo, this cheap big brother of his, now that they were in trouble (met with misfortune), so if he (Mo Fei Chen) ran away, it was impossible for him to do so. 

 

If he could find help outside, he would go. However, the problem was that it was impossible for him to find help.

 

Mo Fei Chen took advantage when they didn’t pay attention and sat down beside Li Du, pretending that he too had been tapped on his acupuncture points.

 

There were thousands of people trapped in the platform for the martial arts contest. The Jing Shui Sect disciples who were guarding them were also around 200 people. Mo Fei Chen began to weigh up the possibility of taking them all down if he used his sword Qi as well as when would the Deputy Sect Leader appear?

 

Damn it, if I keep thinking about it, I will not do anything by then, but the Vice Leader is about to come, so what I need to do now is to act and solve it quickly! 

 

Mo Fei Chen clenched his teeth, stepped on the shoulder of one of his Shi Xiong and leapt out with his sword Qi bursting out from his fingertips in a pitch arc. Those Jing Shui Sect disciples were about to draw their swords when Mo Fei Chen’s sword Qi was like a bunch of Tanghulu1[糖葫芦 /Tanghulu: sugar-coated haws on a stick; caramelized haws] finishing off a dozen of them in one go.

 

However, how could it be possible that those who were sent by the Jing Shui Sect to guard and keep the sect leaders under control were only the ordinary and mediocre disciples? In an instant, five or six streaks of sword Qi came towards him.

Mo Fei Chen could only turn his wrist to deal with those sword Qi, otherwise it would inevitably hurt his fellow senior and junior martial brothers.

 

He had to lure them away from here, so Mo Fei Chen turned around and went away. Among them, a few of the masters seeing the depth of his invisible sword Qi, guessed that he was a reputable disciple from one of the sects, so they went after him.

 

The corner of Mo Fei Chen’s mouth was courageously filled with a smile, his Qing Gong was extraordinary. When he reached and arrived in the courtyard, he threw out a sword qi that twisted and turned like flowing water therefore two of his opponents were unable to avoid it and struck by it. The other three men who came after him winked at each other and one of them attacked Mo Fei Chen’s face. Mo Fei Chen blocked it with his sword Qi. Mo Fei Chen’s sword swept across the water of the lotus pond and then it arched back as it struck another man. At that moment, Mo Fei Chen’s second sword Qi already came out and hit the man who was trying to attack him secretly. 

 

Mo Fei Chen rushed back near the arena, knowing that he would hurt innocent people if he rushed forward again, so he hid in the dark place and swept his sword Qi across the arena, finishing off seven or eight more people at once. A dozen men ran towards Mo Fei Chen’s direction, hardly realizing that he had already changed to another place.

 

He thought to himself, ‘If I keep going on like this, that vice leader, something will be coming.’ He hurriedly went to check the corpses of those sect disciples, but unfortunately there was no antidote on them.

 

What should I do?

 

Mo Fei Chen suddenly caught a glimpse of Lu Qingmo saying something to him again, something like “Get over here!”.

 

Ah, isn’t Lu Qingmo himself a high-skilled martial artist? If I rescue him first, then I’ll have someone to deal with that Vice Leader.

 

 

1[糖葫芦 /Tanghulu: sugar-coated haws on a stick; caramelized haws]