Chapter 2, The Sword-Removing Villa

Wulou looked at the group of strong men on the ground with difficulty and asked, "I am not that Miss Su; perhaps you have mistaken me for someone else..."

Then he clasped his fists, just like at the beginning, and with the tips of his toes touching the ground, he swiftly leaped onto the roof. After kicking off a few tiles and finally managing to stand firm, he quickly darted away

Oh, oh, oh, a chorus of cheers completely drowned out the latter half of Wuliang's sentence

A hasty bath, a dejected lie down, on the hard and stiff bed lies a pitifully thin blanket. After tossing and turning for an hour, Wuliang was unable to lull himself to sleep.

Each character's tail spreads out with a large bloodstain, and in just eight short characters, it conveys a deep hatred that sends chills down one's spine

With a bang, even the teapot flew out of the window

Wuliang was suddenly reminded that he was in the process of rescuing a drowning person, and his feeble conscience immediately returned. He saw Luo Jinfeng with his eyes tightly closed, still appearing completely unaware of his surroundings. Anxious and restless, he reached out to check his breath, which was surprisingly even weaker than before.

No way?! Xiao Wushilang looked on with grief and indignation

He barely managed to hold his breath and get through it

At this thought, Wulilang looked with moist eyes at Luo Shao, who stood gracefully by the ship's railing, his lips trembling slightly, intending to express some heartfelt words in gratitude for his master's affection

Silently following behind the waiter, Wulilang kicked the door as soon as he entered, then promptly closed it, leaving the unsuspecting Luo Jinfeng outside.

After experiencing that lingering kiss at the dock, which was slightly ambiguous, both individuals could blush for half a day

Everyone was greatly alarmed, all feeling anxious, taking turns to look around, yet who would have thought that the murderer was so cunning, leaving not a single clue behind

"I am not ... ..." As I spoke halfway, I saw the big men on the ground banging their heads even louder, rising and falling, in a continuous and prolonged manner ... ...

She cleared her throat, coughed, and then, imitating a scholar, clasped her hands behind her back and looked up to the sky, lamenting loudly: "The moon is as large as a cake, and the stars are like sesame!"

The young attendant looked over with a troubled expression and asked with a smile, "Esteemed guest, there is only one room available, is that acceptable?"

Wuliang and Luo Jinfeng could not help but turn their heads, exchanging glances. As soon as their eyes met, they immediately looked away, a blush gradually spreading across both of their faces

Miss Su Ruoruo? The person has a hooked nose, slanted eyes, high cheekbones, and a face as long as a shoehorn. When they smile, it resembles crying.

How could I have ever bought clothes for a girl, especially unique dream garments with only one piece of each style

Travelers from the Jianghu heading to the Suzhou Sword Appreciation Conference from the northern region of Jiangsu will pass through Jinling, and those with a bit of status will choose to stay at Feng Lai Yi

Wuliang's eyes and mouth twitched violently; in order to detoxify, he endured everything.

"Wushilang, change out of your wet clothes." Luo Jinfeng's face did not come close; instead, he moved away from the window, extending his arm straight out.

Wuliang has a rather peculiar mindset, which is an inexplicable admiration for exceptionally strong individuals. The stronger they are, the more he worships them. Upon seeing the description of Leng Wushuang's "Drunken Like Flowing Clouds Sword" in the Jianghu Chronicles, which praised it as unparalleled in the heavens and unmatched on earth, he became so infatuated that he lost his appetite for tea and food for several days.

Just now, it was clearly this disheveled woman who fell into the water first, enticing this incredibly handsome young master to jump in and save her. Now, this young master is drowning and on the verge of death, yet this woman is actually beating him with thirty punches, growing more and more delighted with each strike

"Young master, I cannot swim either." The tone remained gentle. As he spoke, Luo Shao had already pulled Xiao Wushilang to the very edge. "Just lend me your head for a moment, young master can cross the river on a single reed, my lightness skill is quite good. Once we reach the shore, I will come back to save you"

The moon lies quietly on the treetops, in the night, a faint fragrance wafts, a gentle breeze brushes by, the leaves rustle slightly, like whispers between lovers

Fifty Lang stared blankly and murmured: "I want to declare that I am really not Miss Su!"

Gritting his teeth, Wulilang raised his fist and began to punch Luo Jinfeng's abdomen. With each punch, a considerable amount of water was expelled from Luo Shao's mouth, his complexion gradually taking on a slight flush, and his breathing became increasingly labored.

Luo Jinfeng lay half on the ground, unable to move for a long time. Although Wuliang had no martial arts skills, her recent kick had been delivered with all her strength, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.

Wiping away little by little, as if meticulously carving a fine piece of art

Dissatisfied with the mere friction of lips, a strange impulse instinctively drove him to crave more

Thinking of this, Luo Shao's anger intensified, twisting and deforming the small piece of paper in his hand, making a creaking sound, and soon the small paper turned into fragments.

The most miraculous thing is that the master who wields two swords will ultimately share a deep bond with their partner and grow old together

There is only one room left; beyond this point, the remaining inns are of inferior quality, and they are not short distances away. The sky has already darkened.

Moments later, Ling Tai suddenly became clear-headed. Wu Shilang was taken aback and forcefully pushed away Luo Jinfeng, whose tongue was entangled with his. His face alternated between green and white as he squatted on the ground, silently gazing at the half-reclining Luo Jinfeng.

The early sunlight slanted in through the door frame of the inn, illuminating his face, which appeared even whiter than porcelain and as warm as jade. The slight smile at the corners of his mouth, combined with his refined and handsome demeanor, captivated the eyes of the passing travelers.

Until the last fragment was carried away by the wind, Luo Jinfeng's hand slowly clenched, gritting his teeth and laughing bitterly, "Wuliang, I will make you regret escaping."

The carriage swayed unsteadily, and Wuliang sat inside, his backside aching from the discomfort

The second person to go missing was Bihé, the maid of the Third Lady, who disappeared on the night of the third day after Old Zhao's death in the stable

"Oh? What is it, Young Master Luo?" Wushilang leaned slightly forward, adopting a seemingly obedient demeanor. In reality, this young master of the Luo family had a capricious personality. If you went against his wishes, he would appear gentle and humble on the surface, but behind the scenes, he would undoubtedly find an opportunity to retaliate.

The stretch of the Yangtze River from Zhenjiang to Jinling is deep and wide. The boat hired by Wu Shilang and Luo Jinfeng is small and narrow. Although there are many spacious large boats along the shore, Luo, the young master, has a taste that is distinctly different from others and immediately set his sights on this narrow willow-leaf boat.

Wuliang's face immediately darkened by half, feeling greatly insulted, as he was actually compared to those women.

On the sixth day, that evening, the lady of the house, as usual, patrolled the estate with her sword. Suddenly, a red light flashed out from the dark bamboo grove, passing by in an instant, extremely swift. The lady watched in shock as the guard walking ahead of her was slowly split in half down the middle. At that moment, the moon was bright and the stars sparse, illuminating the backyard. The guard who fell to the ground did not spill a drop of blood, nor did he utter a sound.

Why does he have an expression of disgust

I do not have them; I am simply curious about those two ancient swords. Sullenly, Wulilang simply tucked his face behind his sleeve.

Ha, do you think that by pretending to be a graceful young gentleman, you will deceive me? It will definitely unfold this way: first, you will feign a gesture of goodwill, then suddenly retract your hand, causing yourself to stumble again. Yes, it must be like this

Luo Jinfeng slightly raised her eyes, looked at Xiao Wushilang again, and sighed with a click of her tongue, replying to her: "Not good!"

Fifty Lang spoke, silently raising the teacup on the table, and then silently throwing it towards someone at the window.

In the martial arts world, there was once an unwritten rule: once a person entered the Unloading Sword Manor, regardless of their past prowess or how they had once dominated the martial arts scene, they would be treated as an ordinary person.

From childhood to adulthood, which girl has not chased after and followed behind me

Speaking of Su Ruoruo, this woman is truly a peculiar one, without age, without any description of appearance, and without any mentorship, a complete product of the three no's

No, you are, '' a person lifted a very rough painting, the eyes darting back and forth between Wulilang and the painting, the figure above, the head drawn like a winter melon, the body twisting like a quail, draped in purple garments, leaning against the window, ... with a wide open mouth ...

However, when I think about being able to take responsibility for her, I surprisingly feel a hint of sweetness in my heart. This kind of hopeful emotion is truly a first in my life

Fortunately, the boatman was always by their side, and together they exerted their strength to push Luo Jinfeng onto the shore

Not far away, Wulilang leisurely swam, a look of satisfaction on his small face

The tongues intertwined, leaving the stunned Wulilang breathless, while the onlookers quietly blushed as they watched the two perform their intimate act

Several even knelt down and bowed to the heavens

A person said, rolling their eyes and responding in a measured tone: "This makes my light skills seem very mysterious..."

Luo Jinfeng leaned in to take a look, and his face immediately darkened significantly

Suddenly, she stood up abruptly and kicked Luojinfeng hard in the stomach with her heel. Then, she took off running, her long hair flowing behind her, her damp clothes clinging to her slender figure, creating a somewhat pitiful charm.

With a swoosh, the teacup brushed past Luo Shao's face, yet he stood there without flinching, his right hand lifting the curtain slightly as he continued to speak gently: "Be good, change your clothes, and let's take a stroll through the night market of Jinling."

Very well, my ... ... young master

I do not reject the idea of taking responsibility

That one call, sincere and heartfelt, sent goosebumps all over the body of the fifty-year-old man.

The hero slowly extended his second finger, saying, "She likes to wear purple clothes, especially flowing purple garments..." With a glance, he pretended to be clever with a wink, smiling with satisfaction

Without even mentioning how moving the good deeds of the young man in white are, it would truly be a great pity if he were to die, even considering his handsome appearance

The group of strong men suddenly became excited, all kneeling before Wu Shilang, bowing and worshipping, "Miss Su, save us..."

He indeed cannot swim. After entering the water, he immediately lost his balance and flailed towards the center of the river. The more he flailed, the more he sank.

From this moment, one achieves fame

With a whoosh, the crowd on the ground was filled with surprise and admiration, nodding repeatedly, clearly in utmost respect for the hero's reasoning

The inscription reads: Vengeful spirits seek retribution, annihilating the family and disarming the sword

Fortunately, Gojuro restrained his impulse to howl.

The expression of both shyness and anger, with large eyes reflecting a sense of helplessness, suddenly stirred something within my heart.

A person appeared with an unwilling expression, impatiently grabbing Wuliang's collar, and in a swift motion, stepped on the leaves and leaped several zhang away in an instant

What is the urgency in having a woman without any martial arts skills come to the rescue? Luo Jinfeng clearly did not believe Wuliang's message

No one dares to question the existence of this legend

At one point, there were more people than available rooms. The demand for rooms unexpectedly surged.

Upon opening his eyes wide, he indeed saw Luo Jinfeng in a white robe, eyes closed, clearly having fainted.

Luo Jinfeng's face turned from black to green, completely enraged, sweeping away the notion that Wuliang was actually a girl that had just formed in his mind. What kind of woman is this? Just look at how she grabs her armpits; she is simply the most vulgar of men.

It is the best establishment in Jinling City, named Youfeng Laiyi. Four tall pillars rise high, painted in a fiery red color, with carvings of a phoenix poised to take flight, delicately outlined with gold powder.

After much discussion, it was decided that the unresentful guard Chen Gang would lead a small group to search for the legendary exorcist Su Ruoruo in the martial arts world

Silence

It was too ruthless... Fifty Lang was on the verge of bursting into tears.

They are in a great hurry, and sometimes they even miss out on accommodation, resorting to camping in the wilderness.

Xie Jian Mountain Villa, located in southern Anhui, is home to individuals from the martial arts world who have chosen to retreat from the tumultuous and bloody days of their former lives, opting instead to wash their hands of the past and settle in the villa

Then, on a certain day when the moon was full, this is how it happened

As the esteemed young lady of the Xiao family, possessing both heaven and earth, why is it that upon entering the martial world, I am reduced to being no more than a mere shrimp

Then, Young Master Luo, with great elegance, stepped on the head of Wuliang, who had just emerged from the water, like a snow-white roc, and swooshed onto the shore

In a moment of inexplicable impulse, the young girl who was wiping approached, and Mu Mu ran forward to grasp the dark, shiny strand. Then, with a slight tug, a torrent of blood poured down as the vase tilted over.

Originally, Wulirang's destination was the First Manor in Suzhou

Even though the madam is strong-willed, she is after all a lady who has lived in luxury for a long time. Suddenly collapsing to the ground, from this point on, no one in the manor doubted that it was the vengeful spirit causing the disturbance

Wuliang raised his head proudly, lifting the hem of his skirt above his knees with both hands, and boldly leaped out from the threshold, shouting: "Luo Shao, there are many more accessories for the clothes!"

With a cup and water, poof, it shot like a fiery hidden weapon towards the young master of the Luo family

In a state of deep indignation, Wulilang was on the verge of tears, as he clearly was merely reciting poetry to the moon! Such a refined activity was shockingly dismissed as chanting spells, which reflects a severe lack of cultural sophistication

The plaque is elegantly inscribed with the words: A phoenix comes to bring auspiciousness

Although it has been proven that Wulilang is unlike any woman around him

Therefore, when imagining Wulilang, the first thought was to connect her with those women

On the other side, by the counter adorned with phoenix motifs, Young Master Luo held the note from Xiao Wushilang, his gaze deep and contemplative. After a long period of inaction, he suddenly burst into a furious yet mocking laughter after half a cup of tea.

Ah? How could this be? Wulilang looked down at his feet and indeed saw a thin layer of river water rippling.

Then, using one empty hand, wipe the face from top to bottom, repeating this three to five times. When the hand is lowered, a fawning expression has already taken over. "What Young Master Luo said was, 'Do you want to use my inner garment? The material there is softer.'"

However, the situation is now critical, and as the saying goes in the rivers and lakes, the children of the rivers and lakes do not concern themselves with trivial matters

The remaining men, following suit, swiftly drew their swords and pointed them at ... . The first man to place his sword against his neck, along with the others, looked at Wushilang with a shared sense of indignation, their eyes filled with a common enmity.

The veins on Wulirang's forehead throbbed violently, and he looked as if he could not wait to die immediately, with a faint gray smudge on his sleeve.

There was simply no time to consider further, so Luo Jinfeng bent down and jumped into the river.

On the shore, the originally smiling Luo Jinfeng's expression gradually stiffened, and an anxious look unconsciously surfaced.

The voice was elegant and incredibly sincere, with a closeness in the eyes that spoke of friendship, causing Wulilang to pause for a moment before he answered without a second thought: "I can swim"

"Wuliang, what are you doing?" Luo Shao's voice was clearly filled with intense anger. From childhood to adulthood, he had always been the one pursued by others, yet today he was unexpectedly met with a cold shoulder.

Luo Jinfeng pondered for a moment and decisively replied, "Alright, just one main room." Yet, she no longer dared to glance at Wulilang, fearing that she might scream loudly.

It is as if, from the very core, there is a clamoring desire to obtain them

Indeed, it is quite profound

Wuliang tightened his belt again and again, his face taut as he followed Luo Jinfeng. The hairs on his body stood on end as he began to search for the legendary, enormous inn.

It unexpectedly became remarkably quiet outside the door

Wuliang stood up fiercely, slapping away the hand that Luo Shao had extended, and with his head held high said, "Lead the way ahead, my young master"

Carefully reflecting on the past conversations in our household about the local methods for rescuing drowning individuals

On a small piece of paper, it is messily written: Young Master Luo, urgent help from the martial world, taking the lead.

Feigning to faint again, she closed her eyes tightly once more, even holding her breath

In front of the dining hall of the villa, there are two large vases, each over one person's height. An average man would need to stand on tiptoe to see the contents of the vases. The patterns on the vases depict the beautiful river waters of the villa.

Ah, very good. Luo Jinfeng straightened up, smiled slightly, and said: "What a shame, Wushilang, your young master cannot swim."

If something really happened to Luo Jinfeng, Wushilang's heart tightened, and he suddenly plunged into the water, searching meticulously.

By the way, all the way here, Wulilang has not even a piece of luggage. Naturally, he has no change of clothes.

Suddenly, a dark shadow gradually appeared above the moon, its arms spread wide, resembling a large bird, and in an instant, it leaped down from a great height

Knowing that Wushilang loves to eat meat, despite being a long-time vegetarian himself, he does not forget to bring along one or two meat dishes for every meal

At the age of twelve, he roamed the martial world and single-handedly challenged the Nine Clans and Thirteen Associations that had long been causing trouble in Wuyi Mountain.

It is indeed strange to wait for Wushilang's plea for mercy. Given Wushilang's brain structure, it is absolutely inconceivable for him to think of such a convoluted matter. After all, she is accustomed to being the little ancestor, so how could she casually seek forgiveness from others? Therefore, after a moment, Wushilang no longer lingered at the door, but listlessly descended the stairs of the upper room to seek another place to hide

He is required to take responsibility, and he is required to marry her

With wide-open eyes and a face full of grief and indignation

"Fifty郎." He stood before her in a daze, completely devoid of his usual pride, and then gently squatted down, "Sitting here in wet clothes like this will make you catch a cold."

Unfortunately, at this moment, Young Master Leng is not in the manor. At the beginning of the month, he accepted the invitation to the Sword Appreciation Conference and set off on his journey alone. If one were to say that such a cold-hearted and cold-faced person would have any interests, it would only be in sword manuals and precious swords.

The second lady is someone who has long devoted herself to Buddhism, spending several consecutive days in the temple reciting scriptures and meditating. When the servant brings food into the temple, they must first exchange a secret code, such as: I am the flower of the庄家. ... Of course, the servant can respond: It all depends on the blessings of the Buddha.

He spoke while smiling and pushing open the window, looking as if he was about to leap inside

Although it appears very cool, the constant back and forth is ultimately uncomfortable

Strive to portray oneself as a desolate and reclusive hero.

He hurriedly passed by several towering trees, and then, near the last one, close to the town, he saw Wulilang, curled up like a small ball, squatting under the big tree, staring blankly with wide eyes

This is not good; this guy was already acting strangely before, and after nearly drowning, he has become even more abnormal. Just look at him; even his gaze has turned lewd.

From a distance, sitting in the car, Wuliang, who was rubbing his backside, inexplicably shivered deeply. He then curled his neck and hugged his legs, shaking his head in contemplation

Simply extending the tongue, it gently pried open Wulilang's teeth and slipped inside

When the blood letter was just received, the people at the villa did not take it seriously

The river breeze blew, causing the entire boat to sway from side to side

Suddenly, Luo Jinfeng turned around, grabbed Wushilang's arm, winked playfully, and intimately patted Wushilang on the shoulder, saying: "Wushilang, do you know that there is a small hole at the stern of the ship"

It is said that even the most malevolent spirits would hesitate upon seeing Su Ruo Ruo

Without even having the time to bid farewell to Luo Shao, Wushi Lang suddenly remembered the poison in his body and couldn't help but shiver. Then, feigning ease, he banished it from his memory. It's fine, it's not as if we won't meet again; after helping these people, I can come back to find him.

I have heard that a sword appraisal conference is being held there, featuring two exquisite ancient swords that have yet to be claimed by a master. It is said that these two ancient swords possess their own spiritual essence, distinguished as male and female. Once they have recognized a master, they will follow their owner for a lifetime

For several consecutive nights, everything was peaceful.

It is the head of the lotus, stuck in the narrowest part of the vase

If the other villagers saw their young master treating a girl with such genuine tenderness, they would surely be astonished.

The tales of ghosts and deities have always been looked down upon by the Unloading Sword Villa. Therefore, the three lady stewards suppressed this matter, and upon seeing that everyone was indifferent, they secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Nowadays, there are many women and children in the Unloading Sword Villa, and they are most afraid of any unexpected disputes arising

... ... I endure.

With tears streaming down my face, I cried out: "If Miss Su does not save us, we will have no way to survive..."

In earlier years, the Xie Jian Mountain Villa was known as the foremost stronghold in the martial arts world. Besides its reputation for benevolence and righteousness, several of its masters were also prominent figures.

Wuliang was even more speechless, following his gaze to look at his own clothes, the purple robe, flowing and ethereal... Yes, the edges were all torn, the fabric was in disarray, fluttering there chaotically, swaying up and down, left and right with the wind, indeed very ethereal.

Then, with a gentle lift of his hand, a flurry of white fragments flew out from between his fingers, resembling countless white jade butterflies, gracefully fluttering down from mid-air.

Luo Jinfeng's eyes and mouth were tightly shut, with a faint warmth of breath coming through, as if it could break off at any moment, and his complexion was terrifyingly pale

On the second day after departure, the village received a strange blood letter

As soon as the soft lips made contact, Luo Jinfeng's eyes were already wide open, staring up at the descending Wushilang. A soft, tingling, unfamiliar sensation spread from his lips, turning and twisting, overwhelming him. He could not help but slowly extend his hand, pulling Wushilang into his embrace.

I can only pretend to be a person of great taste, gazing up at the moon, intending to recite a verse, as a means of self-comforting

Or rather, no one dares to destroy the last hope

Wuliang approached the window, suddenly pulling over a garment, which turned out to be a light purple women's outfit. The back was made of gauze, and the fabric was of high quality, smooth and flowing. On the collar, there was even a creatively embroidered orchid.

What a realistic animal painting

The little girl who was wiping was so shocked that she fainted on the spot

It is unclear how the term "gentleman’s sword" came to have such a grandiose title

I want to take a bath, " Wulilang buried his head, making muffled sounds from under his arm, " I want to stay in a big inn and take a comfortable hot bath

In fact, Master Zhao once held a notable reputation in the martial world, his pair of old fists striking with great vigor. This time, however, he showed no signs of defense and was instead disemboweled, suffering the loss of his internal organs

With eyes wide open, it was broken into two halves

"May I borrow your sleeve for a moment?" Luo Shao extended his hand, his fingers long and slender, smooth and youthful, with a bright red apple clutched in the middle. He casually grabbed Wulilang's sleeve and began to wipe the apple without a care for those around him.

Luo Jinfeng was suddenly at a loss whether to laugh or cry

It is truly a waste of resources

Wuliao silently touched his disheveled hair, sighed, and thought to himself that he could tie a small bun in a male style, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not style his hair like a girl's. Therefore, he had simply left it down since he came in.

The tone is gentle like a warm steam, and there is such tenderness in Luo Shao's eyes that it seems they could drip with water

Oh... with a contemplative expression, Young Master Luo beckoned with his finger, signaling Wushi Lang to come closer

"Luo Jinfeng, help me..." The figure of Wushi Lang, floating in the water, struggled to swim, causing the hair tie at the end of his long hair to come undone. His waist-length hair spread and floated on the river, rising and falling with the current. "My leg is cramping."

However, there is a significant difference between men and women, so... I have never considered using it myself

It seems that in just the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, Young Master Luo actually went to buy women's clothing himself

Wuliang suddenly became tense

The powerful collective will of the crowd was focused on Wuliang, causing her to gradually feel a sense of guilt.

There is no need to say anything more; if we continue, it will turn into a matter of life and death. Wuliang only nodded helplessly and said, "Alright, I agree to your request, but I must declare..."

As dawn broke, a group of strong men hired a small cart and, pushing and shoving, forced Wushi Lang inside. With three in front and four behind, they escorted Wushi Lang on the road like a convoy.

Luo Shao lay in the middle of the bed, using his arms as a pillow, relaxed and at ease. He saw Wu Shilang standing at the bow of the boat with a pale face, looking as if he were walking on thin ice, yet with a beaming smile. "Wu Shilang, can you swim?"

"Wushi Lang, your fabric is not good," Luo Jinfeng did not even raise his eyes, tugging at Wushi Lang's sleeve, and sighed: "Wiping the apple, it is not easy to do it smoothly"

Indeed, although this young man from Luo is sharp-tongued and of low character, overall, he has taken good care of himself along the way

The other party blinked, extended a finger, gently tapped, and with a splash, Wulilang fell headfirst into the water, creating a large splash on the surface.

Soil returns to soil, and a dead horse must still be treated as if it were alive

Utterly devoid of conscience

In the end, Wuliao moved into a slightly inferior room with tears in his eyes. Although there was one room for each person, the accommodations were quite simple, consisting only of a bed and a table, and even the walls were slightly peeling.

At this moment, the entire villa was in shock. The third lady wept with tears like rain, fainting several times, swearing to the heavens that she had seen shadows drifting at night, claiming that the villa was haunted, and insisting on moving out of the villa

Two upper rooms

A group of burly men on the ground immediately turned their heads in unison to look at the hero holding a bamboo sword, their eyes shining with a glimmer of doubt

There is indeed a very large inn.

In the basement of the inner room, there were strips of fabric torn from the skirt, haphazardly scattered everywhere. What was originally a dreamlike gown, adorned with fluttering ribbons and ethereal elegance, had been forcibly reduced to a simplified version by Wuliang.

This time, we went to the renowned Xie Jian Mountain Villa in Wulin.

The continuous abdominal pain gradually brought Luo Jinfeng back to consciousness. With his starry eyes half-open, he glanced around and saw Wushi Lang, disheveled and happily beating someone up. He couldn't help but be taken aback for a moment, and then a slight smile curved at the corners of his mouth

Ah? Wu Shilang opened his mouth, pointed to his own face, and said, Miss Su Ruoruo, which onion.

Because, after gaining the title, all the women around me are like this, making every effort to dress beautifully, and then flaunting themselves in front of me, hoping that one day I will fall in love with them

Indeed, it is already late autumn, and the weather has turned quite cool rapidly

It can be seen that Luo Shao's character is not too bad, and he shows care for his subordinates

Although feeling alarmed, everyone tacitly chose silence, and the patrols around the villa became slightly more frequent

"Luo Shao, how about we go to the Sword Appreciation Conference in Suzhou?" As they were crossing the river from Zhenjiang, Wushilang couldn't help but make the suggestion while looking at Luo Jinfeng, who was lost in thought with his chin resting on his hand.

Wuliang suddenly felt a surge of poetic inspiration, his thoughts flowing like milk... He appeared to be quite moved, and thus continued to shake his head and sway, preparing to recite with even deeper emotion...

From the very beginning at the villa, it was placed there

His Drunken Flowing Cloud Sword Technique is executed with an elegance akin to flowing clouds and flowing water, and its power is astonishing. It is said that with a single strike, even Mount Huangshan could be cleaved in two.

Such a tangled choice has caused everyone in the village to feel as if their hearts are in their throats

Wuliang was tucked under his armpit, bouncing around as he watched him jump everywhere. After jumping for a full half an hour, he could no longer hold back and asked him: "May I ask... esteemed hero, why must we take the long way around..." Clearly, there were wide and smooth roads available, yet this esteemed hero always chose to leap from one winding rooftop to another.

When Wulianglang first saw it in the Jianghu Chronicle, he was filled with an intense yearning, despite having no martial arts skills whatsoever, for these two ancient swords.

This wretched girl, Luo Jinfeng, felt a slight blow to her self-esteem after having her hand struck. However, when Wulilang called out, "My young master," she could not help but smile, her heart blooming with joy.

It seems to have been bitten a few times, and because it is not particularly tasty, it was discarded.

A small wave rolled in, and in the midst of rising and falling, Luo Jinfeng suddenly disappeared. At this moment, Wulilang truly began to feel anxious.

Below the head, everything has turned into blood and water, foul-smelling and viscous

To insult a weak woman who is unable to bathe will bring about retribution

However, no one can hear it

This fifty-year-old man truly refuses to drink the wine offered to him and instead desires to drink the penalty wine

A look that says, if you do not admit it, I will fulfill his wish. The burly man surrounded by a group of swordsmen is especially indignant.

The sound of teeth grinding shattered his refined demeanor completely

Xiao Wushilang looked up, his eyes filled with admiration as he gazed at the newcomer, "Whose painting is this, so lifelike?"

With a bang, the door swung open, and now it was Wulilang who found himself locked outside.

Ah, Wulilang suddenly realized under his armpit

The hero continued to leap, having jumped over all the tiled roofs of Jinling City, and then spent a full half an hour jumping on all the steps. Finally, Wuliang discovered that he had jumped back to the Feng Lai Yi Inn. Following the swift wind, he darted past the medium-sized guest rooms and, with a whoosh, arrived at the lower-class dormitory.

I am not," said Wu Shilang honestly, shaking his head

The large inn, the warm water, just thinking about it makes Wuliang Lang want to cry

Although it felt like a prank to push myself into the water just now, the distance to the shore is actually quite close, and besides, there is a skilled boatman who is proficient in swimming by my side. Initially, I doubted that, given his shrewdness, he would jump into the water, but to my surprise, he did jump in.

Miss Su, I have brought it. The hero tilted his head at a forty-five degree angle, his eyes filled with confusion, gazing at the moon with a sense of melancholy, as he drew a bamboo sword from behind his waist and held it loosely in his embrace

In fact, that earthy method has one final trick up its sleeve

Wuliao's eyes were filled with tears as he repented, feeling an extraordinary sense of regret in his heart. He truly realized that he had made a miscalculation, having carelessly lost a crucial opportunity. He should not have emerged at all; it would have been better to guard the threshold.

Now even the house cannot be entered

One is soft when fed by others, and one is at a disadvantage when relying on others. For the first time in his life, Wu Shilang felt the melancholy of a tiger falling to the plains and being bullied by dogs.

Wuliang did not believe that Luo Jinfeng would be so easy to talk to. After resisting for about a stick of incense's time, he turned around and looked out through the crack of the door, and indeed, the outside was completely empty.

The onlookers went from whispering to speaking loudly, and a few young girls even reddened their eyes, softly sobbing

After enduring for two hours, the night grew deeper, yet there was still no sign of Young Master Luo coming out. It seems he has resolutely chosen to stay inside, waiting for Wushi Lang to plead for mercy, as the young master’s temper has completely erupted

Although I lost my temper a bit yesterday, throwing her into the medium-sized room, I feel quite guilty and regretful. However, she cannot just walk away like that; such an act of leaving without notice has deeply angered me.

There are no other clothes left, how about this, "The window pane was pulled aside, revealing Luo Jinfeng, who was smiling mischievously, "This young master will show some kindness and take turns with you hiding under the blanket in the room while waiting for the clothes to dry?!"

For the first time, Wuliao's female companion raised her head high with a sense of self-awareness

"Not good, too dirty, it will smell," Luo Shaojianjie replied, completely disregarding Wushi Lang's fragile feelings. "Haven't you bathed in a long time? I can smell the sourness."

This room is still charged to Mr. Luo's account

The unparalleled young master, possessing unmatched appearance and unparalleled martial skills

On the second day of Bihe's disappearance, the maid on duty went to wipe the vase as usual. Inside the tall vase, a single strand of black, shiny hair hung down, glistening in the sunlight.

However, he did not take this little pain to heart; at this moment, what he was most worried about was the runaway Wulilang.

In the common room, a group of burly men stood, dressed in tattered cloth and wearing straw sandals that exposed their toes. Each of them wore an impatient expression, but upon seeing the hero approaching with the fifty taels, their faces lit up with joy

Thinking of this, Wulilang half-knelt down, took a deep breath, then slowly lowered his head, closed his eyes, and pressed his lips against Luo Jinfeng's.

She is not even aware of her identity as a woman

Seeing Luo Jinfeng sink down and then rise again, her large eyes smiled like crescent moons

From childhood to adulthood, I would only wear women's clothing during festivals and family gatherings. Moreover, the long hem of the women's attire is simply not suitable for traversing the world.

"Miss Su, help me... ah..." The burly man on the ground kowtowed repeatedly, his face filled with fear and trepidation, clearly convinced by the words of the hero

Moreover, even if one cannot swim, it does not matter, for the banks of Jinling are already floating ahead, and there is only a short distance left to reach the shore

The character of the lady is most resolute, so she simply takes up her green sword every night and assumes the role of the head of the guard.

The fonts vary in size, appearing crooked and uneven, in shades of blood color, ranging from dark brown to deep red

Unfortunately, the current Xie Jian Mountain Villa is no longer as splendid as it once was. With the successive passing of the male members of the villa, apart from the wives of the three stewards, there remains only the renowned and unparalleled young master.

Every day, someone cleans them thoroughly

A dream of a hundred taels of patterned silver was unexpectedly torn by her in a flurry, reduced to a piece of fabric barely sufficient to wrap around the body

Now there is an opportunity to befriend the lofty idol, and naturally, my heart is as joyful as a blooming flower

Finally, the hero proudly pushed the hair on both sides towards the slightly balding top of his head, wearing a smug expression, "Miss Su has never been willing to admit that she is indeed Miss Su!"

"I want to undress, how can you come in?" The one with the surname Luo is the most stingy; letting him share a room with me, who knows how he will tease me. Wuliang leaned against the door, resolutely refusing to open it.

Although the accounts of her deeds are merely stories that have been distorted over time, this has become the last straw for the Xiejian Villa

At this moment, Luo Jinfeng had no choice but to turn around to avoid it, gracefully descending with a smile, and sighed contentedly at the window that had just closed. From within her sleeve, she took out a lopsided folding fan that had been soaked, and pretended to be charming as she fanned herself.

Luo Jinfeng stood up, waved gently at the boatman, appearing calm and composed. Then, he patted his robe, smiled warmly, and looked at Wushilang with great tenderness, saying: "Your clothes are truly shabby, and you should take a good bath. Therefore, after we disembark, your young master will choose a large inn for you, with hot water prepared, so you can have a proper bath."

Alright, this young master will take you to stay at the grand inn and have a hot shower. Suppressing the slight disappointment in his heart, Luo Jinfeng revealed a warm and gentle smile, extending a hand directly towards Wushilang, who was squatting on the ground.

"I don't want to, what is there to see there?" Luo Jinfeng's eyes shifted, "Are you like those little girls who roam the underworld, hoping to encounter the perfect match of the Lingxi Sword and trying your luck?"

In fact, with the moon, there are no stars, but for the sake of rhyme, one cannot be too concerned about it

Standing ominously in front of Wulilang's window, facing her face to face, nose to nose.

Wuliang rolled his eyes, shaking his legs in front of Luo Jinfeng, picking his nose and scratching his ears, looking utterly unrefined. "Don't apply your sentimental tactics on me; I won't fall for it!"

I ... ... '' Just raised my voice, when suddenly, with a loud bang, Wulilang completely swallowed the remaining words. A furious man had already drawn the broken sword from his waist and placed it against his own neck

These matters have been on Wu Shilang's mind for a long time, as he has been fixated on the idea of being able to chop down Huangshan Mountain after reading the monthly Jianghu Gazette. For quite a while, he has been at home wielding an axe to chop at the artificial mountain. This has exhausted Master Xiao, who, in his frustration, issued an order prohibiting anyone from using an axe; all the firewood at home is now chopped by the servants using kitchen knives, piece by piece.

Wulian is silent; what does this have to do with anything? Sitting on a boat is not the same as swimming.

He stood up unsteadily, slightly adjusted his damp robe, and hurried in the direction where Wuliang was running. Moreover, without realizing it, he employed the lightness skill of crossing the river on a single reed.

Her long, wet hair cascaded down to her waist, enveloping her already small face within it

The elegance of the posture and the grace of the white robe... caused several young women and matrons on the shore to blush.

Imagining this title is quite nice, as he thinks and turns back, a joyful expression involuntarily emerges in Luo Shao's eyes, accompanied by a hint of inexplicable sentiment, causing Wu Shilang to shiver uncontrollably

The strong smell of blood permeated the air in the stable, causing the third lady, who was unskilled in martial arts, to vomit on the spot. With tears in her eyes and trembling all over, she developed a low fever the day after returning.

You... you are simply wild and brutal!" Young Master Luo waved his sleeve, nearly losing his temper, "Untamable wildness!"

Miss Su has always been one to keep her true self hidden, but there are a few things that remain unchanged... The hero raised his finger and slowly extended the first one, "She does not like to bind her hair..."

Only after a full incense stick had burned did that door slowly open

Why? Given that one has become so servile, it stands to reason that Young Master Luo should at least be somewhat moved by it

The boatman turned back anxiously to look.

After waiting for several days, there was no news, and everyone became even more relaxed in their vigilance

After a very short distance, Wulilang's hand touched something soft and squishy

... ... Mo, Wushilang truly fell silent. He began to doubt whether he really was that Miss Su.

On his way, he considered many hypotheses, imagining how Wulilang would act unreasonably and make demands

If we go out, more than half of the people in the village hold grudges; if we do not go out, we can only wait to be killed one by one

After all the ups and downs over the years, most of the people in the village are those who have struggled to survive in the martial world. Therefore, upon seeing such a blood-written letter, they merely felt a momentary sense of frustration rising from the depths of their hearts.

Then standing at the stern of the ship, I killed Luo Jinfeng with my eyes a hundred times

Conversely, the villa will also protect them, preventing their enemies from causing harm.

At first, it was purely about saving someone, but as the beating continued, Wulilang became increasingly excited. Reflecting on Luo Jinfeng's past misdeeds, he couldn't help but exert more force with his fists

Not at all

The hero revealed his yellowed teeth, proudly laughed heartily towards the sky for a long time, and then said: "She likes to chant spells at the moon"

This cannot be seen, so what can still be called Fifty Lang

In a state of wonder, I suddenly heard a click, and the window pane made a soft sound. A slender hand reached in, holding a bundle that swayed back and forth between its fingers

"Trust me, our shoehorn sect never engages in actions without certainty!" The shoehorn-faced hero, with a lingering sense of enthusiasm, patted his chest, embodying the image of a chivalrous figure from the martial world, exuding unparalleled credibility.

The bowing and scraping shop assistant hurried over, calling out in a loud voice, "Welcome... How many guests do we have?"

First, Master Zhao in the stable lay bloodied on the ground, his eyes wide open in confusion, yet showing no signs of struggle. From his throat to his abdomen, there was a long gash, with his entrails gruesomely dragged out of his body, and both his liver and heart exhibited varying degrees of mutilation

The young master Leng Wushuang, who is reputed to be at the top of the list of handsome men in the martial arts world, is cold-hearted and cold-faced, and has been deeply engrossed in martial arts for many years

I do not wear women's clothing

Could he be so kind?

The policy of appeasement! Hmph, it seems that the fifty concubines in one's own household are used more naturally

It is still the formation of three in the front and four in the back, with a group of burly men surrounding the cart tightly

In a moment, the hearts of the people became even more anxious

Concise and clear, not at all verbose, with a thud, a heavy ingot of silver was tossed onto the counter