Chapter 8, nothing more than this

The subordinates of the mountain demon also arrived, and upon seeing their superior under siege, they dared not delay. They all leaped onto the pleasure boat and engaged in battle with the warriors of the Xiahou clan.

Yet the other party seemed oblivious, and in the blink of an eye, they were right in front of me

"Stop the ship! Do not approach!" shouted the warriors of the Xiahou clan loudly at the approaching vessel

Xiahou Lei looked apologetically at the pale-faced Liu Qianqian and said gently, "Miss Qianqian, do not be afraid. With me here, no one can harm you in the slightest!"

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Upon this realization, Xiahou Lei completely calmed down and even began to contemplate how to handle the aftermath. Reflecting on the solemn promise he made to his elder brother when leaving the capital, he felt an overwhelming sense of dread and secretly resolved that, by all means, he must cover up this matter.

He recalls the period of newlywed bliss, where the affection between husband and wife was deep. Day after day, and night after night, they wished to be like intertwined branches.

Everyone knows that today, the Liu family is to host a mysterious guest, and the music is played for him, unrelated to anyone else

Lu Yun, however, fell silent. He quietly gazed at the painted boat, casting aside all distractions, fully immersing his mind and spirit in the forthcoming actions

Master, should we send a signal for help?" Chang Sui has already taken out a firework; upon seeing the signal, the experts in the headquarters will come rushing in.

The old boatman, with a face full of concern, said: "Young master, let me accompany you as well." When he raised his head, revealing the scarred face beneath the bamboo hat, who else could it be but Uncle Bao

Meanwhile, the cyclops was desperately fleeing in the stolen small boat, pursued by the assassins. The small boat passed through a stone bridge bustling with pedestrians, and before them, the water surface suddenly opened up. ... It turned out that the river flowed into West Lake ...

At this moment, the Xiahou family's pleasure boat, gliding beside the painted boat, noticed three vessels rapidly approaching.

"Young Master..." Bao Shu's face turned dark.

However, what is perplexing is that the cyclops actually abandoned the oar, leaving the old boatman to row the boat alone

"The Xuan level is nothing to speak of," Lu Yun said hoarsely, pointing his knife at Xiahou Lei and asking, "What about the Di level?"

As the small boat drew closer to the double-decker painted boat, Lu Yun suddenly said: "By the way, Uncle Bao."

"What a nonsense!" Xiahou Lei exclaimed, his eyes wide open, "Is this a trivial matter that needs to be known by the whole world? Get out!"

If I can't make it back before dark, don't forget to tell my sister not to wait for me" Lu Yun said, going in the opposite direction.

The stage was extremely quiet, so much so that one could hear the sound of blood dripping from the tip of the knife onto the wooden floor

Xiahou Lei then calmed his mind and began to consider the current situation. Regardless of who wanted to kill him, his first priority was to ensure his safety. Upon reflection, not to mention the eight Huangjie warriors on the pleasure boat, just the four Xuanjie guards on the painted boat had been practicing the combined attack technique of the Xiahou clan for over ten years, working together with unparalleled synergy, making it difficult even for ordinary level masters to deal with them

On the painted boat, Xiahou Lei was lost in the enchanting sound of the guqin, his gaze dreamy. Suddenly, he heard his subordinates shouting loudly from outside. His first reaction was one of anger, infuriated that they dared to disturb his enjoyment of the music. It was only when he heard the sounds of battle that he abruptly came to his senses, his expression changing drastically.

No. You support me, and if I fail, we will talk then. The one-eyed dragon spoke, and it was indeed Lu Yun's voice. It turns out that this one-eyed dragon was clearly a disguise of his!

The ethereal sound of the zither once again rippled across the surface of the lake, captivating all the tourists on the various boats, who were completely entranced by Liu's extraordinary zither skills

Liu Qianqian was so frightened that she could not speak, and upon hearing this, she seemed to receive great comfort and obediently nodded her head

Meanwhile, the mountain demon leaped onto Bao Shu's small boat, causing the vessel to shake violently

At this moment, this enchanting courtesan, resembling a fairy, is gently plucking the strings with her delicate, fragile hands. The intoxicating sound of the zither flows slowly, leaving Xiahou Lei, who sits opposite her, in a state of bewilderment, unsure of what evening it is or where he is.

"Put in more effort!" The mountain demon tightly gripped the iron rod, already prepared to jump onto the boat

On the ship, a samurai furrowed his brows and commanded in a deep voice: "Stop them!"

Although the mountain demon is a powerful figure of the Xuan rank, it lacks the astonishing lightness technique and can only wield an iron rod to block the approaching weapons

At this moment, Chang Sui barged in, anxiously saying: "Master, it is not good, there is an assassin!"

The sun has already dipped in the west, casting a shimmering golden light over West Lake. With plenty of time before nightfall, the visitors on the lake remain in high spirits, showing no signs of wanting to return.

"Has the young master changed his mind?" Bao Shu was overjoyed

He recalls his youthful days, where a smile could be worth a thousand gold pieces. Achievements are but dust, yet he is infatuated with beauty

Old Master Xiahou was seen sitting cross-legged on a luxurious low couch, his face intoxicated and his beard enveloped in a dreamy haze, with glistening tears shimmering in his eyes. He never expected that a moment of impulsive indulgence in fleeting pleasures would lead him to such a pure spiritual journey. He had completely forgotten his original intention, allowing his mind to drift along with the sound of the guqin in the river of memories.

He recalls the night of wind, flowers, snow, and the moon, where the delicate maiden lies under a fragrant quilt. The pear blossoms cannot be contained, and the branches of the begonia tremble.

Chang Sui had no choice but to withdraw

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Moreover, although I withdrew from the Earth Stage rankings two years ago due to age, my strength remains that of a genuine Earth Stage master. As long as those Celestial Stage monsters do not appear, escaping with ease is still not a problem.

Xiahou Lei was lost in thought when suddenly he felt a tightness in his heart. He saw a burly one-eyed man, wielding a short knife, appear at the entrance of the qin stage.

Ah! Young master, be careful! Bao Shu's face was filled with worry, and he could only give up.

At this moment, he could not afford to think too much; he had to exert all his strength to ensure his own safety

As pure and beautiful as a celestial being descended from the heavenly palace, it evokes a sense of reverence that makes one reluctant to entertain even the slightest hint of desecration

The other party did not expect that he was actually at the Xuan level. In a moment of carelessness, he unexpectedly allowed the mountain demon to land on the ship! This infuriated the proud warriors of the Xiahou clan, who went into a frenzy and launched a relentless assault on the mountain demon!

Now we have arrived at the vast lake surface, look where the cyclops is fleeing to

Many young masters, unknowingly, shed tears. They are both moved by the spring emotions and the sorrows of the boudoir expressed in the music, and they lament that this music is not played for them.

The mountain demon was astonished, as he did not expect that all the warriors on this ship were indeed of the Yellow Rank, and their coordination was tight, with remarkable skills, far from being ordinary Yellow Rank practitioners

He recalls the unbearable past, where the couple was struck apart... An empty pillow faces the solitary moon, longing stretches endlessly...

On this day, it is already quite difficult for martial artists to cultivate to the Profound Stage, so how could there be so many Earth Stage masters

As the blade was about to strike, the one-eyed dragon's body twisted strangely in mid-air, tracing a graceful arc, narrowly evading the long knife, and lunged towards the left-side pleasure boat

What are you panicking for! Xiahou Lei, however, calmed down and snorted coldly, saying: "With those four here, who can break in? Get out!"

"Seeking death!" The warrior of the Xiahou clan, filled with uncontrollable rage, drew his weapon and struck at the two uninvited guests

Upon seeing the small boat enter West Lake, the mountain goblins were not alarmed but rather pleased. Their boat was considerably faster than the other, but it was at a disadvantage due to its larger size. Therefore, in the busy waterway, it was difficult to catch up to the small boat that darted about like a swimming fish

Liu Qianqian was horrified, and Xiahou Lei was also dumbfounded, staring at the cyclops behind him. As no one followed in for a long time, he couldn't help but cry out, "My four guards..."

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The samurai leader on the boat initially intended to pursue the one-eyed dragon, but upon seeing the situation, could only first intercept these assassins. As for the one-eyed dragon, let the people on the painted boat handle it...

Liu Qianqian, playing the zither, looked at Xiahou Lei, who was utterly entranced, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. Xiahou Lei was completely lost in that affectionate yet slightly shy smile.

Indeed, the distance between the two parties continued to close in, twenty zhang, fifteen zhang, ten zhang...

The cyclops clearly feared him and immediately jumped onto the ship of the Xiahou clan! The mountain demon exerted all its strength to catch up with him, how could it allow him to escape again! Without a moment's hesitation, it leaped up again, closely following the cyclops!

On the double-decked painted boat, seated gracefully was the renowned courtesan Liu Qianqian from Jiangnan, who captivated countless men in their dreams. She was merely in her teens, adorned in a green silk dress, with a veil as thin as mist draped over her shoulders. Her face, as beautiful as a celestial being, bore no trace of makeup, and her lustrous black hair was unadorned, casually gathered at the back of her head, cascading down her long, fair neck like a waterfall.