The Legendary Twins

In the martial world, no one with ears has failed to hear the names of "Jade Gentleman" Jiang Feng and Yan Nantian; and no one with eyes has ever wished to witness Jiang Feng's unparalleled elegance and Yan Nantian's peerless swordsmanship. For everyone knows that no young woman can resist Jiang Feng's gentle smile, and no hero can withstand Yan Nantian's swift sword strike! Everyone believes that Yan Nantian's sword can not only take the head of a commander amidst a million-strong army, but also cleave a single hair in two; while Jiang Feng's smile can shatter a young woman's heart. But at this moment, this woman, born into a wealthy and powerful family and considered the most beautiful woman in the land, was dressed in coarse clothes, driving a dilapidated carriage, hurrying along a long-abandoned old road. If anyone saw him now, no one would believe that he was the same dashing young master who leaned on his horse by the bridge, spending money like water. In July, the setting sun blazed like fire, its lingering heat making it stifling for both people and horses. Yet, Jiang Feng relentlessly spurred the horses on with his whip. The carriage sped along, crushing the roadside weeds, much like the slender waists of the young girls who had once been captivated by Jiang Feng. Suddenly, a rooster crowed, tearing apart the oppressive silence between heaven and earth. But at dusk, on the old road, where did the rooster's crow come from? Jiang Feng's expression changed. His sharp gaze swept across the brim of his tattered hat, which was pressed against his brow, and he saw a large rooster perched on the trunk of a withered willow by the roadside, motionless as if nailed there. Its magnificent comb and colorful feathers shimmered with dazzling golden light in the setting sun. There seemed to be a malevolent, eerie glint in the rooster's eyes. Jiang Feng's face turned even paler, and he suddenly reined in the carriage. The horse neighed, and the carriage slowly came to a stop. A sweet and gentle voice came from inside the carriage and asked, "What is it?" Jiang Feng hesitated for a moment, then smiled wryly and said, "It's nothing, I just took the wrong turn." He turned his horse around, circled halfway, and ended up riding back the way he came. He heard the rooster crow again, as if it were sneering at him. Jiang Feng urged his horse on even faster. The weeds on the road had been trampled flat, and the carriage and horses were moving even faster. But before they had gone forty zhang, something else blocked their way. On this long-abandoned, deserted old road, a huge fat pig suddenly lies across the road. Who can guess where this pig came from? The carriage had just passed this road, where there wasn't even half a pound of pork a moment ago, but now there was a whole pig. Jiang Feng's expression changed again, and he reined in the carriage once more. The pig was rolling around on the ground, but it was completely clean. Its thick hair looked like a felt woven from gold threads in the setting sun. Inside the carriage with its doors and windows tightly shut, a voice came again: "You've gone to the wrong place again?" Jiang Feng, his forehead covered in sweat, stammered, "I...I..." The sweet, gentle voice sighed softly, "Why did you hide it from me? I already knew." Jiang Feng exclaimed, "You already knew?" "When I heard that rooster crow just now, I guessed that it must be someone from the 'Twelve Constellations' who came looking for us. You were afraid I would worry, so you kept it from me, right?" Jiang Feng sighed and said, "Strange... How could they know about our secret trip? But... but don't worry, I'll handle everything!" The person in the carriage said softly, "You're wrong again. Ever since that day... that day I was prepared to live and die with you. No matter what dangers or hardships we face, we should share them together." "But you now..." "It's okay, I feel great now." Jiang Feng gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, can you still get out of the carriage and walk? There are warning signs at both ends of the road. It seems we have no choice but to abandon the carriage and cross this wilderness..." "Why abandon the carriages and horses? Since they've already set their sights on us and we're already trapped, we might as well wait here. Although the 'Twelve Constellations' have a fearsome reputation, we're not necessarily afraid of them!" "I...I'm just afraid of you..." "Don't worry, I'm fine." A gentle smile suddenly appeared on Jiang Feng's face as he softly said, "Finding you is the luckiest thing that ever happened to me." He smiled in the setting sun, making even the sunset seem to lose its color. The person in the carriage laughed, "I should be the lucky one. I know there are countless girls in the martial arts world who envy and are jealous of me, but they..." Before the words were finished, the sturdy horse suddenly raised its head and neighed in alarm—a chill was already creeping in during the evening breeze. The horse seemed to have suddenly sensed some alarming omen! A gust of wind blew by, the pig rolled over on the ground, a rooster crowed faintly in the distance, the wild grass swayed in the wind, the setting sun dimmed, and the earth seemed suddenly shrouded in an ominous atmosphere. The countryside under the July sunset suddenly appeared indescribably desolate and bleak! Jiang Feng's expression changed as he said, "They seem to have arrived!" Suddenly, a voice chuckled from behind the carriage: "That's right, we've arrived!" The laughter was as sharp, piercing, and short as a rooster's crow. Jiang Feng had never heard such an unpleasant laugh in his entire life. He turned around in surprise and whispered, "Who?!" Laughter, like the crowing of roosters, continued unabated, and five or six people emerged from behind the carriage. The first person was less than five feet tall, thin and withered, yet he wore a fiery red outfit. His appearance was both indescribably eerie and indescribably lewd. The second person, however, was over nine feet tall, a towering and imposing figure, dressed in yellow robes and a yellow crown. His face, filled with expressionless, fleshy muscles, seemed harder than iron. The four people following behind were dressed even more strangely, their clothes made of pieces of colorful silk sewn together, resembling the rich clothes worn by beggars on a stage. These four men, though different in build and appearance, were all fierce-looking and valiant. Their movements were identical, neither one faster nor slower than the other. There was another person following far behind. The seven people in front of him combined didn't seem to weigh more than a few pounds. A whole bolt of fabric wouldn't be enough to make a garment for him. He was so fat that he could barely walk. With each step, he would gasp for breath and mutter, "It's so hot, it's killing me." Beads of sweat streamed down his trembling fat. Jiang Feng leaped down from the carriage, forcing himself to remain calm, and clasped his hands in greeting, saying, "Are you the 'Clockwork Guest' and 'Black-Faced Lord' from the 'Twelve Constellations'?" The man in red chuckled and said, "Young Master Jiang certainly has a good eye, but we are nothing more than a chicken and a pig. Names like 'Clockworker' and 'Black-faced Lord' are just random names given by people in the martial arts world. We cannot bear such honors." Jiang Feng's eyes flickered as he said, "You must be..." The man in red interrupted with a laugh: "Red is the rooster's comb, yellow is the rooster's breast, and patterned is the rooster's tail. As for the one in the back, whatever he looks like, that's what he is." Jiang Feng asked, "What advice do you gentlemen have for us?" The man in red said, "We heard that Young Master Jiang has a new favorite, so we brothers couldn't help but come and see just how beautiful this beauty is who has captured Young Master Jiang's heart. Also, we brothers would like to ask Young Master for something." Jiang Feng's expression changed inwardly, but he still said in a deep voice, "It's a pity that I left in a hurry this time and have nothing of value to offer. I don't want to impress you experts." The rooster-crested man chuckled, “Young Master Jiang has suddenly sold off all his wealth. We don’t know why, nor do we care to. But that bag of pearls that Young Master Jiang exchanged for his estate… hehe, Young Master Jiang should know that we ‘Twelve Constellations’ thieves never leave empty-handed. Why don’t you reward us with that bag of pearls?” Jiang Feng suddenly laughed loudly, "Good, good, so you've found out so much already. I also know that the 'Twelve Constellations' never act lightly, and they never return empty-handed after they do, but..." The rooster-crested man said, "But what? You won't agree?" Jiang Feng sneered, "If you want me to agree, there's only one way..." Before he finished speaking, a flash of silver light reached his chest. This rooster-crested man was incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, a strange, gleaming silver weapon appeared in his hand, resembling a hoe or a steel beak. He struck Jiang Feng with lightning speed, unleashing seven attacks in the blink of an eye. His bizarre moves resembled a rooster pecking at rice, pecking along Jiang Feng's vital acupoints such as Yufu, Shencang, Lingxu, and Bulang along his Shaoyin meridian. Jiang Feng leaped up from the ground, flipped in mid-air, and barely dodged the seven pecks, but then three more pairs of chicken claw sickles were waiting on the ground. As soon as the rooster's comb moved, its tail immediately responded. The speed of the three people with colorful clothes and rooster tails was no less than that of the red-clothed rooster with the comb. The three pairs of chicken claws and sickles were also a rare external martial art in the martial arts world. One peck and three claws, the moves were coordinated perfectly. Even if a person had seven hands, the coordination might not be so subtle. Jiang Feng was no ordinary person, but he was already struggling to cope with these four outer sect weapons and these strange and unseen moves. Moreover, there was a yellow-clad chicken-chested man with a face full of scars and gleaming eyes staring at him intently, waiting for him to make a mistake. The dark-faced man chuckled and said, "Brothers, cheer up! We're not bastards, so don't show any mercy to this guy. I'll go check out the little beauty in the car first." Jiang Feng shouted angrily, "Stop!" Although he wanted to rush over, the seven weapons surrounded him completely, and at this moment, the Black-Faced Man staggered towards the carriage and reached out to pull the door. Just then, the car window suddenly opened a crack, and a fair, delicate hand reached out from inside, holding a sprig of plum blossom between its slender, flawless fingers. Black plum blossoms! It's already a rare sight to see plum blossoms in the height of summer, let alone black plum blossoms! White hands and black plum blossoms create an indescribable, mysterious beauty. A sweet voice in the carriage slowly says, word by word, "Look at this." Blackface's face suddenly contorted, and the hand that was pulling the door suddenly stopped moving. Chicken beak and chicken claws froze in mid-air! These six notorious thieves, whose fearsome reputation shook the m artial arts world, seemed to have been suddenly bewitched. Each of their hands, feet, and faces seemed to have been frozen in time.