Chapter 9, Floral Butterfly Emblem Mount

The Windshadow Sword Demon, Xin Yuege! Although he was defeated by Bo Ye Jingxing thirty-two years ago, he is indeed a notorious killer! More importantly, the Windshadow Sword Demon, Xin Yuege, is said to reside in Mount Jingyun! Mount Jingyun is a staggering distance of one hundred thousand and eight thousand miles away from here!

The butterfly wolfed down the vegetarian noodles, with a bruise on the corner of his mouth from a previous beating. The warm, hot noodle soup filled his stomach, and he was so moved that he nearly cried.

The butterfly adorned with flowers weeps with a sorrowful face—Oh heavens, what sin have I, the butterfly adorned with flowers, who is graceful and handsome (the following ten thousand words of praise omitted), committed? Could it be that last night, in the pitch darkness, my way of walking was incorrect?

Bai Ye Jinghang has many flaws; after washing his clothes, he insists on perfuming them. At the slightest inconvenience, he is absolutely prone to violence. While he is washing clothes by the well, he overhears the shopkeeper discussing the massacre at Jingfeng Dock with the people below, and he understands why the locals dare not venture out before dark.

Bohong Jingxing has always been sensitive to the cold. Although it is already mid-May, he cannot tolerate the slight wind and rain. He taps the head of the butterfly with the vine in his hand and says: "Stay at the inn"

Bohyeo Jinghang rode on the butterfly-patterned horse, galloping along the road. ... Jiang Qingliu entrusted his close friend, conducting a thorough search for his own ... . ... Love, concubine. Regarding such a foolish thief who dared to cuckold the alliance leader and brought shame to the martial arts community, the heroes were still very angry.

Bohong Jingxing said with a sense of urgency: "It's better than having nothing. Let's tidy up and set off!"

Seeing her disbelief, the waiter kindly reassured her: "The leader of the martial arts alliance, Jiang Qingliu, along with his three heroic friends, are staying in our establishment mhetushu.com. Moreover, dear guest, your room is right next to his. Where in the entire martial world could you find a safer place than this? Wouldn't you agree?"

A quarter of an hour later, the flower thief was forced to go to a wealthy household to steal a lounge chair, and he was perplexed: "Madam, could you please tell me why we need to steal a chair?" The flower thief also has a sense of style, you know!

Because the massacre case at Jingfeng Dock revealed the presence of a cowhair gold needle, which bears a striking resemblance to the murder weapon that killed Su Qixi. The owner of Songfeng Villa, Su Jieyi, also arrived. At this moment, the four had just returned to the inn after handling the corpses at Jingfeng Dock.

He was filled with joy as he brought along the "Lady of the Alliance Leader," originally planning to find a place to indulge in romance and leisure. However, as soon as they left the Chenbi Villa, this lady turned hostile! It was truly a severe beating. He was astonished to realize that this lady not only possessed profound internal strength but also had extraordinary skills.

Jiang, Mei, Gong : `` ... ... ''

However, when Yosuke Soya firmly tied the chair to his back and then sat down, he understood

But what does that have to do with him, he can hardly live happily!

Bai Ye Jinghang finished the rouge and then drank half a pot of wine, after which he had the innkeeper arrange a private room. He then returned to the room, changed his clothes, and had Chuan Huadie wash them. Chuan Huadie took her clothes outside, found a well by the inn, and fetched water to wash the clothes.

Madam... he is a graceful and skilled butterfly flitting through the flowers! He is not a foolish donkey in the mountains! Who has seen the tears in his eyes! Bo Ye Jingxing first tested the firmness of the prison, then sat down contentedly and said: "Let's go!"

This thing has to be carried on his back

Jiang Qingliu carefully examined the man for a while, noticing multiple bruises on his face, his tattered clothing, and his hands, which were white from being soaked. His legs were also trembling. Jiang Qingliu glanced at Mei Yingsnow and Gong Zizai, both of whom indicated that they did not recognize him

Chuanhua Die saw countless bounty notices issued by the righteous sects, with his own portrait plastered all over the streets and alleys, truly filled with blood and tears. This old thief is extremely cunning and proficient in the art of disguise. He disguised himself as a frail scholar and made Chuanhua Die pose as his book boy. All the while, Chuanhua Die carried him on his back, evading the eyes of the righteous sects numerous times.

Previously, the butterfly in disguise still required a change of appearance, but after two or three days, it would no longer be necessary— even a biological mother would not recognize it

"Sir, do you really not think that this journey of ours is a bit... too far?" he asked, choosing his words carefully. Bo Ye Jingxing had already closed his eyes: "Yes, it is indeed a bit far. Therefore, without a mount with better agility, I truly cannot embark on this journey."

That night, a light rain fell

Chuanhua Die watched the lamb and roast chicken on the table across from him, swallowing his saliva, while Bo Yejing ordered him a bowl of vegetarian noodles—paid for with Chuanhua Die's own silver!

Bohong Jingxing kicked out, "Have you lost your eyesight!"

When he heard the destination of the old gentleman, he completely broke down: "Old gentleman... no, madam! You are going to find the Wind Shadow Sword Demon, Xin Yuege? Please, no, old gentleman!"

The butterfly, adorned with flowers, was unexpectedly stripped of its outer garment by a woman for this purpose. He considered himself charming, yet at this moment, he could not help but wear a sorrowful expression. Once the fellow in front of him and the book fell asleep, he finally sneaked out. Hmph, what nonsense about dying in six hours; does he take him for a three-year-old?

Chuanhua Die is no ordinary flower thief; can an average thief sneak in and out of the Shenbi Villa? He is also a prominent figure in the martial world! Just as the saying goes, time waits for no one! He lunged forward and grabbed Jiang Qingliu's leg. Like a long-awaited rain after a drought, like meeting an old friend in a foreign land, Chuanhua Die cried out loudly: "Leader Jiang, help!"

The dashing butterfly, though a flower thief, is indeed a graceful flower thief! In her hands for no more than three days, it has already become battered and bruised, its fur in tatters, its eyes devoid of spirit, and its legs trembling uncontrollably

As soon as the leader's order from Jiang Qingliu was issued, the entire martial arts world is now on the lookout for the audacious Chuanhuadie

Bai Ye Jingxing was pushing the palace to invigorate the blood, while also expressing dissatisfaction: "Go get some wine, so that I can wrap two pills of rouge in my belly. So foolish, yet still a flower thief!"

Boye Jingxing remained indifferent and slept in his clothes. Six hours later, he had still not woken up, and Chuanhuadie returned dejectedly. When Boye Jingxing finally awoke, he obediently knelt on the straw beside him, his head drooping like a quail.

At that time, Bo Ye Jingxing was instructing the attendant to bring hot water to the room, preparing to take a hot bath. With her extensive experience in the world, she had sensed something unusual in the atmosphere of the small town earlier, so she inquired, "Has there been a murder nearby?"

The butterfly, adorned with flowers, was kicked to the ground. Bo Ye Jingxing then pulled him up and casually pressed on various acupoints around his body, saying: "In six hours, you will need me to help you promote blood circulation and clear your channels once. Otherwise, if the blood stagnates, your meridians will soon rupture, leading to your demise."

The waiter poured hot water into the wooden tub and said, "Are you a visitor from afar? There is a place here called Jingfeng Dock, which was recently wiped out, with over 200 people, tsk tsk, it was a sight too tragic to bear." Before Bo Yejing had a chance to respond, he continued, "However, you can rest assured while staying at our inn."

As Jiang Qingliu lowered his head, his brows furrowed together. A disheveled individual was clinging to his leg. He intended to avoid him, but the person cried out, tears and snot streaming down his face: "Lord Jiang, I have been blind to my own folly, I shall never dare again! Please, Lord, spare my life!"

After saying this, she prepared to sleep—having traveled half the night, although she had been carried by the butterfly in flower patterns using lightness skills, she was too exhausted to move. However, upon seeing the straw pile in the dilapidated temple, she frowned. After some thought, she simply took off the outer garment of the butterfly in flower patterns, spread it over the straw, and then lay down to sleep.

The butterfly, confused, asks: "Where to?"

... ...

And after he finished washing the clothes and hung them up, he saw a few people—Jiang Qingliu

Fortunately, there was still some silver on the butterfly's body, so a jar of fine wine was purchased, and two rouge pills were dissolved in a purple jade bowl. Then, an ample amount of enchanting powder was added to it! Bo Ye Jingxing drank it without batting an eye, and then confiscated the pouch containing the intoxicating poison hidden in his embrace

The butterfly among the flowers did not resist without reason; he had laced this gentleman's meals with arsenic, cantharidin, and various other poisons. Each time, this fellow would receive a beating, crying out for his father and mother. Then, the next day, he would have to continue carrying her on the road.

The infamous flower thief, Chuanhua Die, began his long and arduous journey with the esteemed elder on his back

The flowers and butterflies are about to cry: "Madam, it is indeed a despicable thing, you should not pretend to hold it in your arms..."

The butterfly among the flowers has a hard fate

In this regard, Bo Ye Jingxing has scolded him more than once as a mere decorative pillow, and in recent days has directly referred to him as a useless person. The old man is difficult to serve; if he walks slowly on the road, he receives a beating. If the wine made from Huazhi pills is not good, he receives a beating. If the clothes are not washed clean, he receives a beating. If a passerby looks ugly, he receives a beating. The flower butterfly suffers immensely but, under the threat of coercion, does not dare to resist. Every day, she carries him along the road with her life. The flower butterfly suffers immensely but, under the threat of coercion, does not dare to resist. Every day, she carries him along the road with her life

She found a switch and hurriedly drove the butterflies through the flowers, treating them as if they were mere tools. Not even as good as livestock!

The atmosphere at night here seems particularly somber, with every household closing their doors before darkness falls. The butterflies, exhausted, have no mood to pay attention. Upon entering the inn, Bo Ye Jingxing naturally ordered a good bottle of wine and then took two pills.

In the dilapidated temple, he knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly, scaring away all the beggars who had taken refuge there: "Madam, please spare my life, Madam!"

Upon seeing the expressions of the four individuals, this person finally broke down in tears, filled with regret: "Lord Jiang, I am the Butterfly of the Flower... I beg you to take your wife back, waaaahhh..."

He muttered while sniffing, "What a despicable thing"

The butterfly in floral attire dared not resist and had no choice but to take him to find an inn. This gentleman, delicate and precious, insisted on staying at the finest establishment. The butterfly in floral attire, with her two legs as soft as noodles, carried him for another two or three miles until they reached the town and found an inn to stay at

He spoke with great confidence, while Bo Ye Jingxing let out a cold snort: "Oh?"