Legend of the Condor Heroes
"Young master, be careful!"
Ji Boying heard such a sound coming from beneath his feet.
Looking around, one sees rows of impressive rooftops.
Suddenly, he found himself in a large city, his body suspended in mid-air, falling rapidly.
He saw a young man in fine clothes standing right below him.
He saw himself falling from the sky and about to knock him down, which would surely break his bones and endanger his life.
As for the several followers behind him, they all rushed forward anxiously.
But the young master seemed to have just strode forward, leaving his entourage some distance behind, and they couldn't save him in time.
Ji Boying's sudden appearance really startled the young master.
For a moment, he looked up and saw Ji Boying's dark figure enveloping him. He was flustered and didn't know which way to dodge.
Ji Boying quickly mobilized his Dantian energy.
He stomped down with both feet in quick succession, then suddenly attacked the air a few times in mid-air.
The strong wind caused the headband on the young master's head to sway.
The young master cried out in fright.
It was simply because Ji Boying was too close to him.
Ji Boying stomped down with both feet in quick succession, striking the air in mid-air, but the distance between his feet and the young master's face was no more than half a foot.
In the eyes of this young master, it looked as if he had been kicked twice in the face.
It was still a footwork technique that seemed to descend from the sky.
Ji Boying stomped down with both feet in quick succession, his falling body momentarily halting in mid-air.
Then, she gently tapped the forehead of the young master who was tilting his head back, almost leaning backward, borrowing a little bit of strength.
His body actually shot upwards in the opposite direction.
She spun twice more in the air, her clothes fluttering, before gently landing.
Such superb Lightness Skill and graceful movements drew gasps of amazement from the onlookers.
The young master, having lost his balance by leaning backward, was then lightly tapped on the forehead by Ji Boying, which became the final straw that broke the camel's back, causing him to fall to the ground with a thud.
"Young Master!"
A group of attendants finally rushed over and helped the young master up.
The handsome young nobleman snorted and angrily flung everyone's hands away.
He also pushed aside several servants who were dusting themselves off, causing them to stumble.
He quickly wiped his forehead with the sleeves of his robe, removing the tiny speck of ash.
Ji Boying cupped his hands in a respectful bow, about to apologize.
Then I saw the young master angrily tear off his brocade robe, several jade buttons falling to the ground with a clatter, revealing a lake-green satin undergarment.
They were young and full of vigor, unafraid of the cold wind.
He swung his fist and rushed forward, ready to hit Ji Boying.
Although Ji Boying wanted to apologize, he did not want to be beaten by this person.
Just as they were about to calm the young master down, three figures suddenly appeared between the two of them.
A man wearing a golden monk's hat and dressed as a lama, tall and imposing, was clearly a monk from the Western Regions.
A man of medium height, with white hair and a youthful face, without a single wrinkle on his face, resembled an enlightened being.
A short man with bloodshot eyes, a short mustache that stood up, and a fierce look in his eyes.
None of the three were ordinary people.
They stood together in front of the young master, watching Ji Boying warily.
"Little Prince, don't be impulsive. This person is not simple."
Peng Lianhu's voice was cautious and cold, and his eyes refused to leave Ji Boying's side for even a moment.
Little Prince?
Hearing the way the person opposite addressed him, Ji Boying looked up at the crowd of onlookers on the street. They were all wrapped in cotton-padded clothes, with their sleeves facing each other and their hands tucked into their sleeves, not willing to show even a bit of their hands. They were blocking the street and braving the cold wind to watch the excitement.
Then I looked around.
Behind him stood a rather haggard middle-aged man who looked to be approaching old age.
A young girl in red stood to one side, graceful and elegant with bright eyes and white teeth.
A flag was planted beside the girl, fluttering in the cold wind.
An iron spear was stuck in the left side of the flagpole, and two short halberds were stuck in the right side.
Ji Boying raised an eyebrow slightly, and looking at the three martial arts masters in front of him, he had a vague guess in his mind.
But he wasn't unreasonable after all.
"Young master, I am truly sorry. I was just using my Lightness Skill to chase a bird in mid-air, but I didn't expect my skill to be insufficient, and I fell from mid-air, losing face. I almost hit you on the head, I am truly sorry, please forgive me."
While dealing with the situation, Ji Boying pondered his next move and began to construct an identity for himself.
The young master finally realized what was happening.
He suppressed his anger, his face expressionless, as he recalled the scene from just now.
Judging from Ji Boying's tall stature, if he had actually hit me, I would have broken my bones and tendons.
Such a tall body suddenly fell from mid-air and stopped its descent by stepping on the air with both feet. It lightly touched its forehead. In fact, it did not exert much force. It had already lost its balance. But that little bit of force made the person's body rise again, turn twice in the air, and land safely without even staggering.
Such Lightness Skill is truly astonishing.
His figure resembled Golden Goose Soaring Across the Sky; he looked somewhat familiar, but I had never seen such skill before.
According to him, chasing birds in the air doesn't seem suspicious at all.
Such profound Lightness Skill will surely be of great use in the future; he is truly an extraordinary person.
The young master looked at the young man who was about the same age as him, clasped his hands together, and smiled.
"Haha, brother, what are you saying? There's no need for apologies. In my opinion, this is truly fate. Your Lightness Skill is truly astonishing. Why don't you come to my humble abode for a gathering, so that I can show you the hospitality of a host and entertain a young hero like yourself?"
This young master addressed himself as "Little Wang," with a hint of smugness, but he was also very shrewd and charming in his dealings with others, showing that he was indeed well-educated and had a deep understanding of human nature.
"Oh? Little Wang?"
Ji Boying gave a half-smile, deliberately stalling for time.
The fat monk was making a loud, incessant announcement.
"That's right, this young master is the only son of the Sixth Prince of our Great Jin Dynasty! Young brother, you are quite skilled, and now that you have gained the favor of the Little Prince, you are destined for great wealth and honor. You've made it big!"
Before Ji Boying could say anything more, he suddenly heard a cold snort behind him.
The rather aged man was a seasoned veteran of the martial world, and now he had become more shrewd and no longer acted with the same unbridled passion as before.
His expression suddenly became unreadable, revealing neither joy nor sorrow.
The bright-eyed, white-toothed girl in red raised her eyebrows and gave a soft, cold snort.
"Young brother, may I ask which of my senior brothers you are a disciple of?"