Chapter 8 The Three Evils of Chuyun Battled Tianyu

Mu Qianmei and Ouyang Bo both screamed in their hearts at the same time, "Damn!" It was because they knew that the three evils of Chuyun would never be unprepared when they dared to come here challenging Feng Tianyu. These evil people could live so long. How could they be reckless? However, since Feng Tianyu had already agreed to it, it was impossible to change now. Mu Qianmei was on the third floor, and it was too late to remind, but she couldn't just stand by and watch Feng Tianyu taking a risk like that. Then, Mu Qianmei could not stay any longer. She stood up and hurriedly went downstairs. The square was crowded, but they were all adults. A beautiful and cute little girl suddenly ran out of the exit of the wooden building, making many people at present deeply surprised. The first impression of every person who saw Mu Qianmei was that the world should have such a beautiful little girl with smoky eyebrows and picturesque eyes. She was indeed a budding beauty. "She will definitely become dazzlingly captivating in the future!" People who saw her were all thinking so in their minds. Mu Qianmei saw a lot of people watching her, and she felt a little strange, but then she realized that it was normal to be noticed because she was the only little girl here. She was anxious about Feng Tianyu and didn't pay much attention to it. Instead, she tried to go through the crowd and run to the front. When Mu Qianmei walked through the crowd, two girls came up and took her little hands. One of them dressed in red and the other in blue. They were Nangong Qi and Nangong Yin of the Nangong family, a pair of twins that looked almost identical. But since childhood, they had their own favorite colors of clothes. Nangong Qi, the elder sister, liked blue, while Nangong Yin liked red. So everybody knew that they could be distinguished by their clothes. Nangong Yin was more outgoing. She grabbed Mu Qianmei's little hands and asked hurriedly, "Little Miss, what is your name? Are you the little girl adopted by the old beggar? You look so beautiful." She asked a series of questions, but Mu Qianmei momentarily did not know how to answer-- She was anxious for the older man Feng Tianyu! As Nangong Qi found it seemed that her younger sister's eager look had scared the little girl, she hurriedly stopped her sister. Then she took the little hands of Mu Qianmei and said, "Don't be afraid, Little Miss. That's what my sister is; she is a rash person. Could you please just stand by our side and watch with us together?" They kept calling the Mu Qianmei the little miss, which made her very uncomfortable. The two girls also looked only sixteen or seventeen years old. Mu Qianmei thought in her heart, "Little Miss? I wonder who is littler among us. I don't think the number of your ages combined will be larger than that of mine!" But these two girls looked quite ingenuous, and they complemented each other well with one mild and one lively. She then got some disposed towards them. "Two...Elder Sisters, I have to see the older man. He seems to be in danger!" Mu Qianmei called out "Elder Sisters" with great difficulty before finishing her words. "Then how can you help? If even the old beggar can't beat them, what can you do if you go there?" Nangong Yin said hastily. "Old beggar, old beggar, stop calling him like that. It isn't polite. You should call him Predecessor Feng. Little Miss, please stand here with us to see it. It's dangerous for you to come closer. Here, we can take care of you. If you go closer, you may distract Predecessor Feng!" Nangong Qi reprimanded her sister first and then patiently persuaded Mu Qianmei. "That...that's fine! But I have to stand a little higher to see." Mu Qianmei somewhat liked the two girls, so she finally went along with them to staying here. "It's okay. It's okay. We'll give you our stool, and you can stand on it and watch! Haha!" said Nangong Yin with a happy smile. When Mu Qianmei went downstairs and was blocked in the square, the three evils of Chuyun had already fought with Feng Tianyu. The three evils attacked Feng Tianyu from three directions, constantly moving their feet, and while moving, they kept waving their weapons in their hands to strike. Evil Eldest used a large ax. He was vigorous like a tiger and quite masculine. Evil Second held a broadsword in his hand, his every attack aimed at Feng Tianyu's vital part. Evil Third grasped a longsword. His movement looked feminine, agile, and unpredictable. The Flying Dragon Thirty-six Sticks of Feng Tianyu was true to its name. With one move after another, Feng Tianyu waved his stick with no weak point in a way both offensive and defensive. Although he battled with three alone, he was not at a disadvantage. There was no clear winner for a moment. If it was one-on-one, anyone in the three evils of Chuyun could hardly hold up more than 20 moves while fighting with Feng Tianyu, but when they united, the power was significantly multiplied. Once being engaged in the fight, Feng Tianyu instead quieted his mind. Decades of combat experiences told him that he could not have even the slightest carelessness and impatience during the battle. While fending off the three evils' attack, he secretly observed their way of cooperation, trying to find strategies to overcome it. To observe in a battle was like to see the complete picture of the whole mountain when in the mountain, and it was difficult just as the saying went, "the true face of Lushan was lost to my sight, for it was right in this mountain that I resided." Feng Tianyu felt strange. How could the martial arts of these three old evils progress so rapidly after decades of absence? Was it because his martial arts skills suffered? Or he became older, so his ability was not equal to his ambition now? The more Feng Tianyu fought, the more confused he became. Why couldn't he break out and find the weak points of opponents? And as a spectator, most people also watched dazzlingly, thinking it worthy of being a masters' fight. In the battle, their action was fast and agile, and their skills were flexible. It was hard to estimate how many moves passed in the blink. However, a few people could still see something fishy: the three evils were well-coordinated, and in the process of moving around and fighting, they made up for each other's weak points. At this rate, it would be dangerous when Feng Tianyu's energy ran out, or he showed any little weak point accidentally. Ouyang Bo frowned. He had seen many things, but it was the first time he had seen such excellent cooperation. How did they make it? Everyone was discussing. "The coordination between the three evils of Chuyun looks so good!" "Not just good, it's fantastic. Maybe it's because these three people have been living together for a long time, and their hearts are in sync! Otherwise, how can they work so well together?" "What are you rambling on about? This is clearly a kind of formation that we don't know and cannot recognize." "Can three people constitute a formation? Isn't the formation only used in the march and fight of a war?" "You are ignorant. I have heard that some gangs have sword formations and broadsword formations, and stick movements can also work together into formations." "Are there such amazing things? I really need to learn more about it when I have time!" … People were discussing, and Mu Qianmei, who had lived two lives, naturally found that it was a formation. The three worked together in an almost seamless way. She remembered that there were often such scenes in the martial arts novels, films, and dramas in her previous life, such as Three Talent Formation, Five Elements Formation, Big Dipper Formation, and Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams Formation. To make the scene more realistic, the crew once really found an older man who studied in formations to do guidance on the scene. As a good learner, Mu Qianmei consulted him on a lot of knowledge in this area. However, because the learning time was relatively short and she did not use the knowledge after learning, she did not know how to deal with the three's formation for a while. After she studied for a moment, it suddenly occurred to her: Wasn't this the Three Lights Formation that her teacher had taught her? The three lights were the sun, the moon, and the star. Ax, knife, and sword, just like the sun, moon, and star, complemented each other. With a good match, it was indeed challenging to find a breakthrough. "Only facing death can we find life." Mu Qianmei suddenly remembered such a sentence that seemed to be the method of cracking the formation that her teacher had once said. "I know the way to crack it!" Mu Qianmei said. Without saying a word to the Nangong sisters, she jumped off the stool and squeezed inside the crowd. The sisters saw her mutter there all the time and didn't know what she was talking about. They thought that she was just worrying that Feng Tianyu would get hurt and praying there. They didn't expect that she was observing the battle and thinking of ways to break the formation. In fact, the disciples of great families like them and those of the large gangs were also thinking of it. But the more they looked at the formation, the more alarmed they were. How could this flawless match be broken? So these two sisters were curious if this little girl could really crack it. That was the reason why they didn't stop Mu Qianmei from leaving. They just quietly waited and saw. Mu Qianmei ran to a place not far from the wooden platform to find Ouyang Bo, the old Taoist priest. She saw that he was frowning in meditation and kept a worried look, but he did not come up with a good solution for a long time. He suddenly noticed Mu Qianmei panting and running towards him, and his eyes flashed and lighted. How could he forget this little genius? "Little girl, have you seen something? Please hurry up and tell me. The old beggar seems about to lose." Ouyang Bo asked anxiously. "Only facing death can we find life. The older man should pay attention to the strongest strength, Evil Eldest's large ax. He has to quickly flash into Evil Eldest's landing place when the formation is about to move and rapidly attack Evil Third. Then the formation can be broken!" Mu Qianmei said quickly and calmly. Ouyang Bo was immediately enlightened, "Great! Only facing death can we find life!" When the three were about to change the formation, Ouyang Bo suddenly shouted, "Old beggar, move three steps to the right and break the sword!" His words were concise and clear. The old beggar followed the words almost without thinking. He narrowly avoided Evil Eldest's large ax and stood in Evil Eldest's place in advance, so that Evil Eldest just blocked Evil Second's attack. Evil Third hurriedly waved the sword to rescue his two brothers, but it was too late. Their formation had been broken. At this moment, Feng Tianyu used his dog beat stick to perform the skill of a Flying Dragon Move in the Sky, straight aiming at the throat of Evil Third. Evil Third immediately withdrew his sword for defense. However, the dog beat stick hit on the blade, directly knocking it out of the field. Evil Third also fell down on the wooden platform. Seeing they lose the upper hand, Evil Eldest and Evil Second also rushed to fly down. They caught the injured Evil Third and flew away. By the time the scene reacted, the three had already gone. It was really a rush to come and go. It turned out that the formation was the three’s reliance. They knew that there was no chance of winning once the formation was broken, so they did not hesitate and directly left. Only Zhao Qi'er and a group of little beggars were left there, dumbfounded and overwhelmed, all of whom were brought by the three over from Dongqin.