Jing Ling stared at Xie Yun. After a while, he revealed an evil and meaningful smile.
"No," he said coldly. Although his eyes were locked on Xie Yun's face, his words were directed at Fu Xiangrong, "Miss Fu, don't worry. You are still the most beautiful woman in Wulin for the time being."
Fu Xiangrong was shocked and angry, "Why?!"
"Because …"
Jing Ling's hand suddenly flipped and a gust of wind shot out. Like a flash of lightning, Jing Ling arrived in front of Xie Yun.
Clang!
At this critical moment, Shan Chao hurriedly moved. His sword and scabbard blocked the hidden weapon when it was only an inch away from Xie Yun's left eyelash.
The hidden weapon fell to the ground with a thud. The hall was in an uproar.
Everyone looked at it and saw that it was a golden bullet the size of a thumb!
Shan Chao lowered his head and saw that the cloth wrapped around the Seven Stars Long Yuan had been torn apart, revealing a white scabbard made of shark skin. There were even small cracks on the tough and thick shark skin. It was obvious that if the bullet had hit the eye, the head would have exploded and the brain would have burst.
Xie Yun looked at Shan Chao and said softly, "Thank you."
From the moment the golden bullet shot out, to the moment it approached his left eye, to the moment the scabbard stuck close to the tip of his nose and blocked the hidden weapon, he did not dodge at all. His expression did not change in the slightest, and he did not even bat an eyelash!
"…" Shan Chao stared at him and slowly pulled back his sword, "Miss, you are too polite."
"You red-headed ghost!"
At this moment, the young disciples in the hall could not hold back anymore. They slammed the table and said angrily, "Did the girl offend you? Do you have to hurt her like this?!"
"Cruel and merciless!
You are worse than pigs and dogs! "
"Evil sect, you are indeed an evil sect in Jianghu!"
…
Jing Ling turned a deaf ear to them. He only crossed his strong arms and looked coldly at Shan Chao.
His eyes were as bloody as his bright red hair. Shan Chao faced him without fear. He put his palms together and bowed,
"Young master, please forgive me.
Miss Long Yuan was brought to Casting Sword Village by Poor Monk. She must be taken away without a single hair missing.
If Young Master really wants to find trouble with this young lady, then this poor monk can only ask you to exchange pointers in this hall today. "
Unexpectedly, Jing Ling did not get angry or even attack. His gaze shifted from Dan Chao to Xie Yun's face. After a moment, he smiled instead of getting angry, "Very good."
As he spoke, he no longer cared about Dan Chao and turned back to Fu Wenjie. "What did Young Manor Master say?"
The atmosphere was extremely solemn, and the Fu family was once again in danger.
Fu Wenjie and the Old Madame looked at each other for a moment, and then he said hoarsely, "I don't know what good thing my sister has to make the Divine Ghost Sect so hard to force her …"
"You think too much." Jing Ling mocked, "It is easy to die early when you think too much."
Fu Wenjie turned to look at Fu Xiangrong. The little girl's eyes were wide open. Her face was red and white. Her hair was messed up. She looked miserable and pitiful.
— No matter how domineering she was, she was still a little girl in her teens who had been spoiled since childhood.
Fu Wenjie said with difficulty, "I only have this one sister …"
"There is only one Casting Sword Village in Jianghu."
Jing Ling looked around at the people in the hall who were full of hostility. He laughed, "You may not know this.
Back then, the Huang Hai Bang had also refused to sell the land to the Shen Gui Sect. Now that we think about what happened two years ago, there's probably no one in Jianghu who still remembers the existence of the Huang Hai Bang. The Kongtong Sect insisted that the Jade Seal was theirs, and even sent a senior member of the Sect to ask for it. Right now, that senior member's entire body's meridians have been destroyed, so he should still be lying in bed. "
"Although I came here alone today, the Shengui Sect is an organization of assassins. Many experts have already infiltrated Huainan.
You are all disciples of famous sects. You have a bright future ahead of you. I also think that if you lose your lives here, it will be a little … "
His lightning-like gaze swept across every face in the hall. Some were indignant, some were angry, some were timid, and some were cowering. He slowly said,
"… It is not worth it."
"You!" The disciples of the Kongtong Sect suddenly stood up and said angrily, "You still have the face to mention it!
My Martial Uncle Sect Leader … "
"Clang!"
Not far from him, Chen Haiping pulled out his sword and stood up. He strode forward and blocked the blades of the two masked assassins of the Shengui Sect with a loud noise.
Behind him, the disciple of the Kongtong Sect had not yet reacted. He was frozen on the spot with his mouth open.
Then, the sword in Chen Haiping's hand cracked horribly. It was suddenly broken!
With a boom, Chen Haiping dodged and pulled the disciple of the Kongtong Sect at the same time the sword flew out. The two of them simultaneously dodged the blade of the Divine Ghost Sect assassin. Then, the two of them simultaneously lost their balance and fell heavily to the ground.
The blades crossed left and right. In a flash, they brushed past Chen Haiping's face.
Old Madame Fu exclaimed, "Haiping!"
Several people in the hall stood up. "Stop!"
Jing Ling lazily said, "That's why it's easy for people to die early if they talk too much."
"Enough!" Fu Wenjie slammed the table and shouted angrily with a pale face, "Enough, Young Master Jing!
Tell your people to stop immediately! "
Everyone in the hall stood up. The floor was a mess. All the assassins of the Shengui Sect had pulled out half of their blades. The atmosphere was so tense that it seemed like it would explode at any moment.
It seemed that as long as someone moved even half a step, the whole situation would become irreversible.
Jing Ling, however, was very idle.
His face was so beautiful that it would make a young girl blush. But his eyebrows and eyes were filled with the coldness of someone who was used to killing.
"Young Suzerain, what do you want to say?"
"… …" Fu Wenjie's chest rose and fell violently. After a while, he said bitterly, "The matter of the Shengui Sect's marriage proposal is very important. Xiang Rong is my only sister … …"
"Casting Sword Village is temporarily unable to give an immediate answer. Young Master Jing, please stay in the village for the time being. Within three days, Casting Sword Village will definitely be able to give a satisfactory answer."
Jing Ling seemed to have expected this result. Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Fu Wenjie. Then his gaze moved to the Old Madame, Fu Xiangrong, Chen Haiping, and everyone else in the hall with stiff expressions. Like a poisonous snake licking its tongue, his gaze slowly swept past Shan Chao. Finally, his gaze landed on the side of Xie Yun's face, which was as calm as a deep pool.
"Fine," he raised the corner of his mouth and said condescendingly, "Three days it is."
·
After the commotion caused by the Shengui Sect in the morning, Shan Chao had originally planned to leave Casting Sword Village immediately. But Xie Yun told him that he could not leave.
Shan Chao grew up in the Northern Desert.
Lone smoke in the desert, thousands of miles of rivers, the sound of the camel bell piercing through the clouds. Firstly, he had never seen a woman. Secondly, he had never experienced Jianghu.
He had excellent talent, excellent constitution, two legendary ancient swords that were said to be able to conquer the world. He also had a master who only appeared in his dreams at night. However, whether it was the Emperor's court or Jianghu, he did not know the most basic things.
"Casting Sword Village is facing a strong enemy. At any time, the village could be destroyed.
Great Master, if you leave now and Casting Sword Village is destroyed, you will be a sinner who did not do anything. If Casting Sword Village is not destroyed, you will be a coward who ran away in the face of danger. "
"And Casting Sword Village does not have the guts to confront the Shengui Sect before the Wulin Convention next month. Therefore, they will definitely think of a way to delay.
After this, the crisis will be resolved. That will be the time for Great Master to leave with me.
The righteous people of Wulin like to 'carry the palanquin' and flatter each other. In the future, when the disciples of these famous sects go out, Great Master will naturally have a part in the beautiful reputation of fighting the enemy hand in hand with Casting Sword Village. "
Xie Yun stood by the pond with her hands behind her back. She casually threw some fish food into the pond to feed the big red koi, causing the fish on the water to scramble to the surface.
The autumn wind passed through the golden osmanthus trees and gently brushed his hair behind his ears. His soft black hair and his white neck were distinct and harmonious. He talked tirelessly as if he was chatting with someone.
Shan Chao's eyebrows twitched.
It seemed that a long time ago, when he was struggling like a wolf cub who had been separated from its pack, a person had suppressed him like this, comforted him, and patiently taught him.
However, it was a familiar yet fleeting feeling. His consciousness was as vast as the deep sea, and he could not grasp even the slightest bit of detail.
"Great Master?"
Shan Chao suddenly came back to his senses. "Yes."
Xie Yun casually said, "Great Master, you don't have to be so nervous when facing me."
Shan Chao was silent for a while. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the leisurely and leisurely thin "Miss Long" in front of him. He slowly said, "… Sometimes I feel that you are a bit like a person I used to know …"
"You have been obsessed for too long, young man." Xie Yun waved her hand and sprinkled the fish food into the pond. She lightly said, "Everyone looks like your master."
·
It was night, and the Sword-forging Manor was silent. The eaves, the corridors, the shadows of the trees, and the pond were all shrouded in the ink-like darkness. The breeze lifted the curtains in the darkness without a sound.
Behind the heavy gauze curtains, Xie Yun suddenly opened her eyes.
A sturdy and vigorous young man was standing by the bed. The moonlight moved through the window lattice, illuminating his blood-red hair and handsome and devilish side profile.
"Yun Shi, you're awake." Jing Ling smiled. His wolf-like eyes flashed with a cold light under the moonlight.
Xie Yun's gaze swept to the side. She saw shadows flickering in the room. There were at least four or five Shengui Sect assassins guarding the north, south, and west corners.
He gently exhaled and said, "You've got the wrong person." Then he tried to sit up.
But in the next moment, Jing Ling pressed the Soul Seizing Hook against his throat and pushed him back onto the bed. "It's a small world. Why don't you ask me why I brought so many people here?"
Xie Yun asked, "What do you want?"
Jing Ling's face was full of malice. He bent down and whispered in Xie Yun's ear, "To do you."
Xie Yun laughed and said jokingly, "If stealing fragrances and jade is divided into grades, then your distinguished self should be considered the lowest grade.
I thought you were the Head Disciple of the Shengui Sect, so you wouldn't do such a tasteless thing … "
Jing Ling asked, "What's the classification?"
"Exploring a woman's room at night, exposing the traces of her heart, mutual consent can be considered top-grade. Although the use of drugs is strong, gentleness can be considered mid-grade."
"As for people like you who don't even dare to force yourself on her alone and have to find a few subordinates to watch from the side … you can't even be considered low-grade. I guess you can be considered low-grade.
Even the Head Disciple has failed to achieve this. It seems that the Shengui Sect is on the decline. "
The moonlight shone in from behind Jing Ling. It passed through the layers of gauze curtains and dyed half of Xie Yun's body in a silvery white light.
Jing Ling slowly narrowed his eyes. "Then what's your ranking?"
"I don't do this kind of thing," Xie Yun said lazily. "There are too many people in this world who beg me to take a look at them."
"Ha, ha, ha —"
Jing Ling burst out laughing, but there was no trace of a smile in his voice. It only made people tremble with fear.
"Well said!
Sure enough, the words' cunning 'are true!
You can leave now. "
Jing Ling waved his hand. The assassins in black in the corner of the room bowed and then disappeared into the darkness without a trace.
Then he stopped smiling and stared at Xie Yun like a cat catching a mouse. He asked word by word, "What if I tell you that this is not called stealing women, but revenge?"
Xie Yun said, "I don't remember offending you in this respect."
Jing Ling's beautiful face had an undisguised expression that was a mixture of cunning and cruelty. With a light flick of the Soul Seizing Hook, the buttons on Xie Yun's white robe were torn open, revealing the bare skin from her collarbone to her chest.
Then he stretched out his hand, but he didn't touch anywhere else. He pressed it directly behind Xie Yun's ear.
That small piece of skin was soft and warm. He could feel it through his fingertips. Xie Yun's pulse was beating steadily.
Jing Ling couldn't help but feel suspicious.
It was empty. There wasn't a trace of internal energy.
·
How could it be?
Jing Ling's face was cloudy. After a moment, he suddenly moved his finger down Xie Yun's neck until it was pressed against her throat. "Did someone seal your Sea of Qi and kidnap you, or did you suffer from Qi deviation?"
Xie Yun said sincerely, "You must be mistaken, young hero. When have I ever been possessed by the devil? I'm just a weakling without the strength to truss a chicken … Ugh …"
Jing Ling's rough and powerful thumb suddenly pressed down on her throat. Xie Yun immediately lost her voice. After a moment, her face began to gradually turn red.
"Tell me, what would happen if you were in the Shengui Sect like this?"
Jing Ling said with interest, "Should I enjoy you first, and then take you back to the Shengui Sect to see what would happen?"
"… …"
Xie Yun's eyes seemed to be filled with tears, sparkling in the dim light.
Jing Ling's breathing was a little rapid. He slowly bent down.
There was a fierce look between his eyebrows. Under the moonlight, his strong body gave off an indescribable sense of oppression. She could feel his burning body temperature as he approached.
Xie Yun lowered her eyes and raised her hand silently.
Bam!
Jing Ling's ear was hit hard. His mind instantly went numb, and he fell down uncontrollably. It happened in a flash. He reacted very quickly. He immediately raised his Qi to support his body, but in a flash, the Soul Snatching Hook in his hand was pulled away by Xie Yun.
Jing Ling snorted and turned his five fingers into a claw to snatch it back!
However, Xie Yun seemed to have anticipated his movements. While dodging, she hit several major acupoints along the meridians of his arm. Jing Ling's arm suddenly became heavy, and he couldn't lift it. He was furious and opened his mouth to shout. The next moment, Xie Yun turned over and sat on his back. The tip of the hook was aimed at the back of his neck at lightning speed!
"Now, who's the one suffering?" Xie Yun said jokingly.
"… …"
Jing Ling gasped slightly.
The series of counterattacks just now could be described as quiet as a virgin and as moving as a rabbit. Even an experienced assassin like him could fall for it. It was simply …
"What's this called?" Jing Ling asked, "The move just now?"
This time, it was Xie Yun's turn to lean over and whisper in his ear, "It's called actual combat experience.
Young man, you still have a lot to learn. "
When she spoke, there was a slight warmth in her breath.
Jing Ling took a deep breath and suddenly laughed hoarsely,
"Senior, no matter how rich your experience is, it is useless in the face of absolute power. Don't you know?"
Xie Yun's eyes narrowed slightly. The next moment, Jing Ling suddenly raised his Qi and released his internal force. In an instant, the muscles on his back tightened and twisted his body. The moment the hook cut the skin on the back of his neck and blood splashed out, he reached out and grabbed Xie Yun's wrist!
Crack!
Xie Yun didn't have any internal force to protect her body. Her wrist bones were dislocated, and the Soul Snatching Hook fell out of her hand.
Jing Ling caught the iron hook in the air and forcibly broke through the pressure of the acupoints. With a loud bang, he pressed Xie Yun back onto the couch!
Bang!
The weight of that press could shatter all the bones in a person's body. Xie Yun's vision turned black and her ears buzzed. A large taste of blood surged up her throat, and she couldn't hear anything for a long time.
It felt like his soul had left his body. He didn't know if he had lost consciousness or if he had fainted and was awakened by the sharp pain.
After a long time, he could barely hear someone talking in his ear. The voice was near and far, but in fact, it was because his ears were filled with blood.
"I didn't expect that there would be such a day …"
"… Thinking back to the early days in the Shengui Sect, senior, you didn't expect it either …"
Xie Yun's chest rose and fell rapidly, and her wrist trembled. She seemed to want to lift her finger, but Jing Ling grabbed her finger and held it in his palm. Like a cat catching a mouse, he gradually exerted force until her knuckles creaked under the pressure.
"I guess this is low-grade." Jing Ling said regretfully and bent down.
At this moment, suddenly the window frame broke into pieces with a loud bang. A black shadow flew into the room amidst the wood chips and jade beads, and fell to the ground with a bang!
Jing Ling abruptly turned his head, only to see that the battered and exhausted person on the ground was his subordinate who was currently guarding outside the house.
Then the door was split open by a sword. The door flew across the air and was smashed into pieces by Jing Ling's fist.
Through the countless broken pieces of wood, he saw the cold light of the sword coming down on his head.
Clang!
At the critical moment, Jing Ling twisted his body and swung his arm. The Soul Seizing Hook slashed out horizontally and blocked the blade that was coming at him!
The loud sound of metal clashing was deafening. The internal force collided, and sparks flew. The two weapons were slightly trembling because of the extreme stalemate. Jing Ling's gloomy eyes were reflected on the blade.
"Monk, didn't Buddha teach you to not care about the pleasure of others?"
Shan Chao quickly glanced at Xie Yun who was lying on the couch behind him. "Miss Long" sat up with difficulty. He calmed down and said coldly, "Benefactor, didn't your father teach you that pleasure should be shared between two people? If you only care about yourself, you will be beaten up."
Jing Ling was furious. "You!"
Before he finished his words, he suddenly exerted force. The blade and the iron hook collided violently, and the tip of the hook cut through the spine of the blade with a harsh sound.
— — The long blade that Shan Chao took from the Shengui Sect just now cracked when it was cut by the Soul Seizing Hook. It broke into several pieces!
Shan Chao didn't even say a word. He directly threw away the blade and retreated out of the door in an instant.
Sure enough, Jing Ling had the personality of an assassin. Without the slightest hesitation, he chased after Dan Chao until he could no longer retreat in the courtyard. Jing Ling's entire body swooped down from the sky like a bird of prey, pressing directly in front of Dan Chao. At the same time, he backhandedly retrieved another Soul Stealing Hook from his back.
The two hooks crisscrossed and went straight for his throat. It was like the sickle of the Grim Reaper.
"Go to hell — —!"
Clang!
There should have been two sounds, but because the timing was exactly the same, it sounded like there was only one sound.
Jing Ling's pupils shrank. Two long swords were reflected in his eyes. They were blocking his Soul Seizing Hook from the left and right.
At the critical moment, Shan Chao turned his hands and pulled out the crossed Dragon Origin Tai 'e from his back. He firmly blocked his powerful attack!
The rags on the surface of the two swords were all shattered, revealing a large piece of white mermaid skin scabbard. It even looked a little funny.
However, Jing Ling was instead able to clearly sense that the Sword Insight that came from the leather sheath was icy cold, bone penetrating, and vigorous. It was shocking like the morning bell and the evening drum, and it was also like a surging river that flowed endlessly, wave after wave, and it was pressing directly towards his heart meridian.
Jing Ling held his breath. He knew that something bad was going to happen. He gritted his teeth and retreated quickly. "You can't be a monk!"
"Clang!"
He smashed the iron hook heavily on the ground and used it to stabilize his body. He shouted, "Which sect are you from?!"
At the same time, in the room.
Xie Yun grabbed his wrist and twisted it. His wrist bone was in the right position.
He breathed out a sigh of relief. However, before he could finish, it turned into a violent cough.
After a long while, Xie Yun finally managed to stop coughing due to the dizziness. Xie Yun gasped for breath as he got off the bed and composed himself.
Although his fingers were still trembling slightly, he still tied the belt of his robe carefully and meticulously.
The unlucky killer of the Shengui Sect was still lying on the ground unconscious. Xie Yun pulled out a dagger from his boot. After unsheathing it, he saw that the blade was blue. It was obviously dipped in poison. He slit the killer's neck and got up to walk to the door.
"Crack!
Crack! "
With every step he took, his body changed accordingly. His leg bones became longer, his shoulders became wider, his chest ribs and waist grew accordingly. His whole body seemed to stretch out and become a few inches taller.
When his last step landed in front of the door, his spine made a cracking sound, as if the last piece of bone had been fixed.
Xie Yun, the number one master of the Imperial Guards and the commander of the Imperial Guards, took a deep breath. His cold face was deep and clear under the moonlight. He raised one hand and reached out to the door leading to the courtyard where Shan Chao and Jing Ling were confronting each other.
"Someone come!
It's on fire! "
The lights in the courtyard suddenly lit up. Countless footsteps sounded. The crowd screamed and screamed.
"It's on fire! It's on fire!"
"Quick!
Put out the fire!
Eldest Miss is inside! "
"Oh no!
Someone come, Eldest Miss is burned to death! "