[024] Floating Daiying in the Far Mountains, Fei Hua Jian Guanghan
Seeing that Jia Chen's face was calm, his breath was calm, and he was not panicked at all, the masked man was secretly surprised and said coldly:
"Take people's money to help them eliminate disasters. We have rules on the road. We must not betray our employer. Just suffer death!"
Before he finished speaking, he hunched over, raised his sword at an angle, rushed towards him, twisted his waist and swung his arms, and struck the side of Jia Chen's neck with the sword.
This sword was as powerful as thunder, as fast as lightning, and even left a trail of afterimages.
Jia Chen didn't panic, jumped horizontally to avoid the blade, and then used the "crane boy chasing the snake" move, piercing the opponent's arm holding the sword with one sword.
"ah!"
The masked man screamed, his palm loosened, and the mace fell to the ground with a "choking" sound.
Just as he was about to lean over to pick up the knife, Jia Chen kicked him right in the middle, sending him flying for more than ten feet. His back hit the trunk of a pear tree, and he fell to the ground.
The pear blossoms fell one after another, and the masked man covered his chest, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and struggled to get up.
Jia Chen jumped up, passed through the rain of flowers, jumped in front of him, pointed his sword at his throat, and asked sternly:
"I ask you again, who ordered you to kill me?"
The masked man shivered with fright and said hurriedly:
"I said, I said, it was Jia Zhen who hired us to kill you."
"It is indeed him!" Jia Chen snorted coldly, "How many other accomplices do you have, where are they?"
"Crack!"
Suddenly there was a crunching sound of feet stepping on dead branches and rotten leaves from behind.
Jia Chen's pupils shrank and he hurriedly somersaulted to the left.
While spinning in the air, he saw a man holding a short halberd stabbing at the place where he was standing.
If it had been half a beat slower, it would have been pierced through the back of the heart.
At the same time, the masked man lying on his back raised his hand on one hand, jumped into the air, and kicked Jia Chen sideways while he was still spinning in the air.
This kick went straight to Jia Chen's face, with great force and force.
Jia Chen's eyes narrowed and he slashed with his sword.
"Ah!" A cry of pain.
The masked man's forefoot was cut off, and he retracted the remaining half of his foot like an electric shock. He covered the bleeding wound and rolled on the ground in pain, screaming in agony.
As soon as Jia Chen landed, a short halberd whirled and flew in front of him.
Just as he was about to hit the bridge of his nose, Jia Chen leaned back, and the short halberd brushed the tip of his nose, and the sharp halberd blade cut off a strand of flying bangs.
Jia Chen straightened up and swept out with his sword.
"clang!"
This sword just missed the other halberd that was thrust towards him.
The man holding the halberd is also a masked man, but there is a scar at the corner of his left eye that extends all the way under the masked black cloth, as if the left side of his face has been cut in half.
"Swish swish——"
Suddenly there was a sharp sound behind his head, like a sharp weapon rapidly cutting the air.
Jia Chen hurriedly jumped sideways, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the halberd that had just flown past spinning back again. It turned out that this guy was using the halberd as a boomerang.
Scarface reached out and grabbed the short halberd that flew back, and said angrily:
"I thought that only one person would be enough to deal with you, a little kid, but I didn't expect that you turned out to be a master!"
Jia Chen didn't answer. He stood on the seven stars and looked as graceful as a banished immortal. In the blink of an eye, he rushed to Scarface, pointed the way from the immortal, and stabbed the opponent in the throat.
Scarface hurriedly waved his halberd to block.
Seeing that the sword was about to hit the halberd, Jia Chen suddenly changed his move, switching from stabbing to teasing.
"Oh!"
With a scream, Scarface's short halberd fell to the ground, and he jumped back several steps with his bloody hand to distance himself.
Beside the fallen halberd, four fingers were scattered.
Perhaps the pain-sensing nerves have not completely failed, and the four severed fingers are still spasming slightly.
The sword just cut off Scarface's four fingers.
His right hand was crippled, leaving only his left hand holding a short halberd.
Jia Chen didn't give him a chance to breathe, so he rushed forward with a single step and stabbed him straight in the chest with a move called White Snake.
The scarred face holds the halberd to the chest, trying to resist.
"puff!"
The long sword passed through the gap in the short halberd and plunged into Scarface's chest.
Scarface's eyes suddenly widened, with horror and disbelief flashing in his eyes.
"You, how can you be so powerful?"
His pupils gradually dilated and his vitality gradually disappeared. Until the moment before his death, Scarface still couldn't believe that he was killed by a nine-year-old baby!
Seeing this scene, the masked man who had half of his foot cut off didn't care about the wound that was still spurting blood. He got up and limped away, trying to escape.
Jia Chen pulled out his long sword and without even looking at the scarred face that fell to the ground, he rushed behind the lame masked man and kicked him in the back of the heart, knocking him to the ground.
On the ground.
Jia Chen put the long sword on the side of his neck and asked coldly:
"Tell me! How many accomplices do you have? Where are they?"
The masked man said with a cry:
"There are six more. They are all ambushing Ning Mansion on all sides."
Jia Chen narrowed his eyes. Unexpectedly, in order to kill him and embezzle 40% of the profit from selling his books, Jia Zhen really spent a lot of money and hired eight assassins.
"Why did you call your six accomplices here?" Jia Chen asked coldly.
The masked man's eyes lit up. If they could be called over at the same time, they might be able to surround and kill this kid. He hurriedly told the truth:
"I can send a flare into the sky to call them over."
"Okay, then hurry up and send it!" Jia Chen urged.
The masked man immediately took out a flame tube and fired a firework of white light into the sky.
Jia Chen slipped the masked man to a pear tree, took out the rope he had prepared in advance, and tied him to the trunk.
Then he jumped to a pear tree nearby, lay down on a thick branch, and waited quietly for the other six assassins.
At this time, Wang Xifeng's maid Ping'er happened to pass by the pear forest. Suddenly she saw the white fireworks rising into the sky and wondered who was setting off the fireworks in the pear forest. So she came over.
When he saw a masked corpse lying on the ground and a masked man in black tied to a tree trunk not far away, Ping'er was so frightened that he almost screamed.
With her heart beating in panic, she turned around and ran, rushing to the front yard to report the news to Wang Xifeng.
When he saw Wang Xifeng who was busy in the Baoxia Hall, Ping'er seemed to have seen a savior. He staggered in and said anxiously:
"Grandma, something bad has happened! Someone was fighting with weapons in the pear forest in Huifang Yuan, and someone died."
"Ah?" Wang Xifeng gasped, and the tea cup in her hand fell to the ground, shattering into pieces with a bang, and she didn't even notice the tea splashing on her shoes.
"Grandma, please give me an idea!" Ping'er's eyes turned red with anxiety.
Wang Xifeng's eyes flashed with sternness, and she snorted coldly:
"Who dared to use force in the Ningguo Mansion because of the courage of a bear's heart and a leopard's heart? You call a few more people, gather all the guards who look after the homes and courtyards of Ningrong's second mansion, raid the guys, and go to Huifangyuan to catch the thieves!
"
Ping'er took the order and left. Soon, the news of the death in Huifang Garden spread throughout the Ningrong Mansion and also reached the ears of the guests who came to attend the evening ceremony.
Some guests who were good at martial arts did not bring weapons, so they used stools or garlic mortars as weapons.
Some guests also rushed into the kitchen and asked for a few kitchen knives, hatchets or rolling pins.
There were also several guests who snatched the swords from the guards of Ning Mansion.
Some of the guests who did not know martial arts were timid and wanted to run away in fear, but they were worried that they would offend the Jia family, so they huddled in their seats and pretended to be quails.
There were also some literati who were very courageous. Although they clearly had no ability to restrain a chicken, they were extremely curious and followed the warriors to watch the fun while talking and laughing.
Everyone was noisy, calling for friends, and rushed to Huifang Garden.
With so many warriors emboldened, Wang Xifeng and Heping'er also followed behind.
Mr. Lou had never seen such a big battle before, so he went to join in the fun with his personal maid.
On the other side, the news spread to Cong Lutang next door, alarming Jia Mu and other masters of the Rong Mansion.
The ladies and maids were all of the generation of women. They were so frightened that their beauty turned pale, and they closed the doors and windows tightly and did not dare to say a word.
Jia's mother had experienced many storms, but this was the first time she encountered a thieves breaking into Jia's house with weapons, and she was at a loss for a while.
Jia Zheng was a bookworm with no opinion. He was in a mess. He was pacing back and forth in the room, mumbling: "What should we do? What should we do?"
Jia She stroked his goatee, squinted his eyes and thought for a moment, then took down a long bow and a pot of arrows hanging on the wall, and said lightly:
"I'll go take a look."
Mrs. Xing hurriedly stopped him and advised with tears in her eyes:
"Master, you are quite old, so you'd better not go."
Jia She snorted coldly, blew his beard and glared:
"Old Huang Zhong can still kill Xia Houyuan. I am much younger than him. Do you think that my reputation as a general is in vain? Give me a shot!"
With that said, he pushed Mrs. Xing away.
"Father, I'm going too, to fight against my own brothers, to join the battle of father and son!" Jia Lian mustered up his courage and took down a long sword hanging on the wall.
Jia She glanced at him, frowned and said: "You can pull me down! You are struggling to get on the kang, and you can't even kill a chicken, so you better not go!"
After that, he took the arrow on his back and went straight out of the door.
After walking out of Conglutang, Jia She raised the corners of his lips slightly, stroked his goatee, smiled and murmured:
"This boy is worthy of being my son, and his courage is commendable!"