Chapter 10: Never Let the Demon Take the Child

Mei Yingxue: "Xing'er, where is your rabbit?"

The Little Theater: The Pain of the Alliance Leader

Gong Zizai, Mei Yingxue, and Su Jieyi were instead filled with doubt. This Huanchuadia has always been the most cunning and sly, coupled with exceptional lightness of foot, having evaded numerous attempts at capture by the martial arts community. Now, with such a voluntary surrender, could it be that there is a conspiracy at play

Gong Zizai had not yet spoken when Chuan Huadie interjected: "I know, I know, Lord Jiang, you should apply pressure to several major acupoints on her body. Unless you perform a massage to promote blood circulation for her every six hours, she will suffer unbearable pain and ultimately perish from it."

The butterfly in the flower nearby is still very willing to please such a beauty of this caliber, and he smiled: "I will pour water for the young lady."

He consciously touched his nose and said, "Ah, the young people of today."

Mei Yingxue's cousin is Xia Xueyao, who is famously known as the Fire Phoenix, and she insisted on traveling the world with her cousin. Mei Yingxue had no choice but to bring her along. Now, with Bo Yejingxing as her companion, she can be considered liberated

In the evening, everyone did not return to the store, but instead settled at Jingfeng Wharf

Jiang Qingliu was almost driven to faint by her anger, while Gong Zizai, Mei Yingxue, and Su Jieyi exchanged glances and collectively chuckled "he he"

Bohaya Jingshang was also examining those corpse diagrams, over two hundred bodies, with these eerie patterns everywhere. It seems that by looking at these human outlines, one can still recall the brutality of that time

The next morning, Hakuya Keiko had a beautiful sleep. By the time she got up, Jiang Qingliu and the others had already finished breakfast and were practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard. The Keyi Inn is a well-known inn in the area, with few guests, providing a tranquil environment

Gong Zizai and others were left utterly confused by her relationship with Jiang Qingliu, who could only respond with a pained expression and said: "Don't ask anymore"

Hearing that there was no breakfast, Bo Ye Jingxing slammed the table and was about to explode: "The Jiang family little..." Before he could finish his sentence, he glanced at the four people beside him. Mei Yingxue, her grandfather was rendered powerless by her, a blood feud! Gong Zizai, cough cough, a blood feud! Su Jieyi, his master was at least dismembered by him, and he caused his death, a deep-seated grudge!

Su Xing'er: "It's going well."

Moreover, he had angered Jiang Qingliu; if he were to publicly reveal his identity, Mei Yingxue and Gong Zizai would be able to chop him into dumpling filling without hesitation. Thus, he took a comfortable bath, changed into a clean set of clothes, rolled up the quilt, and went to sleep.

When she walked over, Jiang Qingliu was deliberately humiliating her this time: "Let's call her Xiao Jing."

This time, everyone somewhat believes that he is indeed Jiang Shaojing. Could it be that Jiang Qingliu's grandfather has siblings? ... But this looks a bit too ...! ... A bit too delicate, perhaps!

After dinner, Mei Yingxue finally managed to comfort Xia Xueyao. When she came out, she saw Bo Ye Jingxing washing peaches and couldn't help but ask, "Where is your rabbit?"

The eerie temple of Jiang Qingliu stared at her, and she rubbed her hands again. After a moment, she said with a serious expression: "In fact, I truly miss Lord Jiang too much, which is why I have come here tirelessly, day and night!"

Upon learning of the tragic fate of the butterfly among the flowers, Mei, Gong, and Su let out a sigh of relief; after all, Jiang Qingliu's green hat was finally not worn too tightly. However, Jiang Qingliu did not feel at ease at all—this one was not worn too tightly, but Wan Chan's was... Alas

Bai Ye Jinghang needs to travel together, as her physical stamina depletes very quickly, making it impossible to walk alongside Jiang Qingliu and others. However, the terrain of Jingfeng Wu is complex, and in many areas, one can only walk. After some consideration, Jiang Qingliu had no choice but to turn his attention back to Chuanhua Die.

Mei Yingxue : ... ...

Bohong Jingxing said indifferently: "Young people, you have no respect for your elders at all. Do you know how fortunate you are! You lost an iron axe and gained a golden axe, yet you still do not know how to cherish it"

Bohong Jingxing, what are you so relaxed about!

Jiang Qingliu finished his drink, forcefully placed the cup on the table, and got up to go upstairs

Jiang Qingliu truly felt the urge to give her a good beating! However, looking at her current delicate and charming appearance, it would indeed be a loss of face to do so—nowhere in Shang Tianliang's care manual does it mention what to do with a disobedient one!

Watching this fellow, who has caused countless young women to suffer, carry Bo Ye Jingxing and others like a beast, Gong Zizai felt a deep sense of regret. Fortunately, due to Jiang Qingliu's regulation, Bo Ye Jingxing was unable to beat him at will. This is what allowed him to barely get by in life

The butterfly that flitted among the flowers once fought against death, but when Bo Ye Jingxing declared that he would ensure a grand burial for him, he no longer dared to die. Bo Ye Jingxing promised to wash his body clean after his death, so that it could be displayed for all the beauties of the world to admire

Jiang Qingliu jumped up in fury: "Old thief, what did you say!"

Gong Zizai is indeed somewhat interested: "From what my younger siblings say, it seems that there is quite a bit of expertise in the way of the sword."

Bohyeo Jinghang casually placed his hands behind his back and said, "I am Jiang Shaojing."

Jiang Qingliu's face turned ashen, and Gong Zizai only thought it inappropriate to ask him directly, so he pressed Chuanhuadie for the whereabouts of Jiang Qingliu's "beloved concubine." Chuanhuadie did not hold back at all and spoke freely, spilling everything he knew like beans from a bamboo tube.

Su Jieyi : ... ...

Jiang Qingliu glared at him, and he wore a face full of bitterness: "Leader Jiang, Madam is treating me this way!"

Bai Ye Jinghang, with a face full of impatience, said: "If I weren't being considerate of her, I would have chopped her up with a single knife long ago. Huh, what is this?"

The door to Banye Jingxing's room was surprisingly unlocked! He pushed it open, and the old thief was lying in bed, already asleep. Jiang Qingliu walked expressionlessly to her bedside, and she smiled with a naive look: "Leader Jiang, it truly is fate."

Jiang Qingliu took all the rouge pills out of the purple jade box, left the room, and now Bo Yejinghang cannot consume anything else. Without the rouge pills, he will not run around. Jiang Qingliu sat down at the table, and Gong Zizai and others observed his expression, only to see anger. Su Jieyi could only offer a word of comfort: "Brother Jiang, you should coax your little sister-in-law a bit. After all, this incident is not something a woman would wish for. Spending more time with her and saying a few comforting words would be beneficial to ease her shock."

By evening, when Mei Yingxue returned, she saw her cousin tied to a pillar in the center of the room, with a large, ugly character painted on her face with a brush, and a piece of soap in her mouth!

Jiang Qingliu and others went out to search for the origin of the cow's horn golden needle. On the way, they encountered someone selling rabbits, which were entirely snow-white. Mei Yingsnow thought that the girl would like them, so he bought two, intending to give one to Bo Ye Jingxing and the other to Xia Xueyao.

She kicked Hoshino Akihiro again

Xia Xueyao is a beauty, but unfortunately, she has been spoiled since childhood, and her temper is truly hard to commend. She originally admired Jiang Qingliu, but Jiang Qingliu already has a wife, so recently she has been quite nice to Gong Zizai. Gong Zizai is someone who is used to a carefree life and is quite frightened, avoiding her at every turn. Mei Yingxue is still trying to persuade her, hoping to promote her cousin—otherwise, she will have to marry her herself.

Bohong Jingxing and * Picture * Book: "Not ready yet, still baking!"

Gong Zizai and Mei Yingsnow both looked at Jiang Qingliu, who pondered for a moment and asked Gong Zizai: "If a person is always disobedient, but you cannot directly hit her, how should one discipline her?"

Xia Xueyao glared with her almond-shaped eyes: "What are you? Who is talking to you? Hey! Are you deaf?"

Jiang Qingliu was not surprised at all: "Serves you right!"

Gong Zizai exchanged glances with Mei Yingxue and Su Jieyi, knowing that he was Jiang Qingliu's "favorite concubine," and they chose not to hold it against him. Jiang Qingliu shot her a glare, and she glared back: "The Nine Parts Sword Technique of the Jiang family, while it produces endless variations through the division of sword forms, should allow you two to handle between forty-eight to fifty strikes without issue given your foundations. However, with your current style of play, thirty-six or thirty-seven strikes is already the limit." She glared back: "The Nine Parts Sword Technique of the Jiang family, while it produces endless variations through the division of sword forms, should allow you two to handle between forty-eight to fifty strikes without issue given your foundations. However, with your current style of play, thirty-six or thirty-seven strikes is already the limit."

Although he has roamed the rivers and lakes for many years, when it comes to cunning, he is certainly no match for this old rogue—just look at how she has turned a dashing and charming butterfly into what it is now

Jiang Qingliu, along with Gong Zizai, Mei Yingxue, and Su Jieyi, sat by the window in the lobby of the inn, having ordered a selection of dishes and warmed a pot of fine wine. The butterfly, bound up like a zongzi, showed no signs of fear. Instead, it wore an expression of having escaped from the sea of suffering.

... ...

Bohano Jingxing initially looked on with some interest, but then he shook his head: "A child's play, a child's play"

Su Jieyi, in a moment of anger, kicked him again

More than twenty people arrived at Jingfeng Dock this time. After the bodies were buried, all the fatal causes of death were thoroughly analyzed. Jiang Qingliu examined the corpse diagrams on the ground one by one, while Bo Ye Jingxing stood beside her. She was wearing Jiang Qingliu's clothes, and when the wind blew, it seemed as if she was about to be carried away by the wind. These heroes still understood the importance of cherishing the delicate, fearing that she might be frightened, so they found someone to accompany her

Jiang Qingliu: "Where is your rabbit, old thief?"

Mei Yingxue slightly raised her eyebrows, took his pulse briefly, and then turned to the three people at the table: "His pulse is indeed quite strange"

Bohaya Jingshang pointed into the room without raising his head and said, "It's being roasted!"

Gong Zizai : ... ...

Jiang Qingliu lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, while the one dressed in floral patterns and butterflies cried out in agony: "Could you please calm me down!"

Then Jiang Qingliu withheld her breakfast

... ...

But he did not escape either, at this moment the butterfly in flowers had not yet arrived, this incompetent person must have defected! Her physical strength is currently very poor, and her body is simply frail. It is absolutely impossible for her to go to Jingyun Mountain alone without anyone to take care of her on the way

Xia Xueyao's entire face was streaked with tears, and Mei Yingsnow hurriedly set her down. She cried until her voice was hoarse, and Mei Yingsnow was both amused and exasperated, lamenting her plight. Jiang Qingliu grabbed Bo Ye Jingxing and exclaimed: "Have you lost your mind! After all, you are nearly a hundred years old; can't you show a little consideration for the child?"

Bohong Jingxing, with a humble expression, said: "Not at all, the way of the sword is as vast as the sea of stars, and what I know is merely a fraction of it." Just as everyone thought he was being modest, he suddenly became serious and said, "However, if your swordsmanship is considered that of a swordsman, then I would also be quite accomplished, haha"

The butterfly, adorned with flowers, had no choice but to follow Bo Ye Jingxing and Jiang Qingliu along with others to Jingfeng Dock. His lightness of step was indeed exceptional; even though Jiang Qingliu and the others were on horseback, he did not fall behind in the slightest

Hey! Pour me a cup of tea! I'm thirsty!" Xia Xueyao pointed to the teapot over there, and Bo Ye Jingxing crouched down to closely examine the palm print on the central column. Xia Xueyao walked over and kicked her, saying: "Did you hear me?"