Chapter Seven, The Jade Blade

It is well known that on the ninth day of the ninth month in the first year of the Shuming era, the madman San Shao initiated a rebellion in Hongshi County

He glanced at the imposter Peng Yutao, who had just stabbed himself in the abdomen with a sharp sword. The man was now sitting on the ground, supporting his left shoulder, with cold sweat streaming down his forehead yet his expression remained unchanged. He couldn't help but sigh: "Sacrificing over a dozen of his own brothers as cover, pretending to be Peng Yutao to gain a bit of favor from the officials in the court, his swordsmanship is sinister, and his expression remains unchanged before striking. Such a treacherous and brave person, if it were not for the old cunning Tang Fengbin personally teaching him, how could anyone believe it? If I am not mistaken, little brother, you are..."

Hidden within that fearsome inference, a flash of blade light suddenly appeared in the cabin! This faint azure glow appeared particularly bright under the candlelight, as if the sky, after a long rain, had suddenly cleared, and a beam of heavenly light broke through the gaps in the dark clouds

Because the Lady Ji Xiaoye, whom they knew, was currently lying on the floor, barely breathing

The empty and tranquil heart knows well that this fellow is lying, yet does not expose it.

After thirty-six years, the Xiling Shrine has finally produced another genius

The person who arrived was none other than the elder Ning, adorned with a blue feather. Bao An stared in astonishment at this person he believed to be dead, as he said, "The people on this ship want to eliminate our brothers." Feng San Shao raised his head and glanced at Bao An, a glint of sharpness flashing in his eyes

Kong Youran has always been a person who blends in with the crowd. Upon hearing this, he smiled and said, "Since that is the case, why not invite that governor out? I would like to see what kind of person could disrupt the years of tacit tranquility between the three young masters and the inspection department."

He still remembers the sound of the door master coughing repeatedly when he spoke these words, but he has mostly forgotten the content of those words.

Bao An, having sustained a severe injury, was in extreme discomfort after being choked for such a long time. Suddenly, upon being questioned by this person, he was momentarily taken aback, recalling the rumored vengeful methods of this individual, which were said to involve blood flowing three thousand feet. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret for having intervened in the actions of the Inspection Court, murmuring, "It won't end well..." He then struggled to explain, saying, "Third Young Master, I too am compelled by circumstances beyond my control."

At this moment, the night was deep, and the riverbank where the boat was moored was a remote and impoverished area. "Why not take this boat and leave, little brother?" Kong Youran asked with a smile.

Jiang Yicao sighed, "Indeed, no matter what it is, for us, it is merely an interlude"

With a faint smile, he did not argue but directly stated: "The fourteen crossbowmen are now in the lower cabin." It turns out that this person had just taken the final step to break the ambush as mentioned by the attackers. However, it is quite puzzling why this would lead to the temple, which is intrinsically linked to the royal family of the Central Plains, to instead assist the notorious rebels.

On the ninth day of the ninth month, Feng Sanshao suddenly felt that the person named Liu Ming must be very interesting, indeed extremely interesting

The mad Third Young Master noticed that the two individuals were hurrying out of the cabin without paying any attention to him, which left him astonished. He then smiled and said, "Please stay for a moment." As he spoke, he reached out to pat A Chou on the shoulder.

Indeed, he is a businessman, considering everything from a merchant's perspective. He is well aware that although Feng San Shao can be wild and unruly at times, as a local tyrant, he must prioritize the greater good and endure what must be endured. He is certain that his ambitions are tied to the control of the salt trade, which is the lifeblood of Hongshi. Even if the ambush on the night boat fails, Feng San Shao would still be powerless against him. At this moment, hearing this person personally promise not to kill him, while it cannot be said to bring him overwhelming joy, it does give him a sense of satisfaction that everything is within his calculations.

The ambitious manager Bao An of the Baoxiong Building, who was clutching his chest and coughing up blood, was contemplating that he had already ordered his subordinates to eliminate the Blue-haired gang. He was uncertain whether his life, which hung by a thread, would be safe once the mad Third Young Master learned of it. While he was lost in worry, he saw someone walk in from outside the cabin, bowing respectfully to the mad Third Young Master and saying: "Third Young Master"

At this time, when people mention this so-called madman, there is a sense of reverence. No one knows his surname or given name; they only know that he claims to be the third in rank, thus the world refers to him as the Third Young Madman.

Jiang Yicao was completely unaware of why this journey of escaping the cage and seeking a new life had brought about so many troubles. He exchanged a glance with A Chou, saluted the two who were still seated at the table, and then intended to go ashore

The false Peng Yutao, with an unusual expression, looked at the high priest who had disappeared during the fierce battle in the cabin and coldly said: "As a key member of the temple, how can you be an enemy of the court?"

Seeing that the mad Third Young Master was covered in blood, Ning Laoda hurriedly took a few big steps forward, tearing off his own sleeve to roughly bandage his boss. Throughout the process, the mad Third Young Master said nothing, allowing him to act, while listening to Ning Lanmao softly speaking in his ear

However, Kong Youran's emergence from the mountains this time was solely for these two individuals. Seeing their eagerness to leave, he naturally would not allow it. Without any visible effort on his part, his body floated to the cabin door, and with a gesture of his hand, he brushed away the dust from Jiang Yicao's collar.

Next, the Qingren was suddenly caught by a pair of very large hands, as effortlessly and accurately as swatting a blood-filled mosquito on a summer arm

Indeed, he is the disciple of the royal uncle? Such a young lad, yet so remarkable... You say that the two of us together cannot leave a single person behind, how do you explain that?

If I am not mistaken

He no longer cared how this person was unafraid of the deadly poison, with a gentle flick of his left hand from his sleeve, he intended to release the crossbow.

Ji Xiaoye smiled and said: "Senior, why do you say such things? Although I am a latecomer and a junior, I have long heard of your esteemed reputation, and I would not dare to have any improper thoughts. However, as I hold the position of inspector in the supervisory office, I am responsible for escorting officials of the seventh rank and above who have committed offenses, and I cannot afford to make any mistakes in this duty. I would greatly appreciate it if you could return the person you have taken to me."

Just as the crossbow bolt was about to be released, he suddenly felt a chill at his shoulder, and then, with great sorrow, he watched as his left arm fell to the ground, before fainting from the pain

A Chou seemed to have anticipated that he would speak, and gently said: "I know you do not like this kind of interlude." After a pause, she added, "I do not like it either."

The young chief clerk of the inspection office was naturally unaware of what the madman San Shao was thinking. He had his own thoughts, reaching up to his forehead to gather his disheveled long hair, casually tying it back. He took a ceramic hairpin from his bosom and pinned it in place, smiling as he said, "I was just awakened from a dream and encountered these matters, and in a moment of disarray, I had no time to tidy myself up, which must have caused everyone to laugh at me." His manner of speaking was exceedingly polite.

***

The Mad Third Young Master’s Blade of the Azure Sky

I am still unsure about the identity of that Ji Xiaoye... I am indeed on guard against this esteemed shopkeeper, but I have let my guard down regarding the death row inmate I personally captured. " The mad third young master said, then gave a thumbs up to that person, "Excellent strategy, excellent acting, it is just a pity that...

However, Feng San Shao remained silent throughout, quietly staring at A Chou's delicate hands

The officials of the inspection court never expected to return safely tonight, which filled them with great joy. Without needing anyone to direct them, they quickly helped the injured and surged towards the cabin door.

Nonsense, that old fool has been dead for ten years

The mad Third Young Master chuckled and said: "In this world, it is truly difficult to understand people. When others want to kill him, he is eager to seek refuge. When I want to save him, he treats me as a piece of filth beneath the Nine Springs."

With just a slight wipe, a large area on Peng Yutao's shoulder collapsed, and blood gushed out like a dried-up spring suddenly flowing again

The crowd was completely unaware of how he made his move, and could not fathom why, despite the great distance between the two, this single strike managed to sever the ear of Master Bao. In the midst of the astonishment, they hurriedly retreated, supporting several injured individuals.

After a moment, a middle-aged man dressed in tattered prison clothes slowly stepped out from behind the curtain, his unkempt hair obscuring his face, making it difficult to discern his features. However, this man exhibited an extraordinary arrogance, even letting out a snort towards the mad Third Young Master. Upon turning to observe the situation in the hall, he was momentarily taken aback, then suddenly rushed to the side of the officials from the Inspection Court, hoarsely shouting, "Gentlemen, you have finally arrived, quickly eliminate this traitor and take me back..." He gestured animatedly, clearly overwhelmed with emotion. Hoarsely shouting, "Gentlemen, you have finally arrived, quickly eliminate this traitor and take me back..." He gestured animatedly, clearly overwhelmed with emotion.

Only the sound of beating cotton can be heard

Indeed. One of them sighed and said, "Worrying about salt every day, it is only natural that my temples are tinged with gray. I often think, if these gray hairs were not caused by frost, but rather by the white salt flowers, how wonderful that would be"

The young man, holding the silver needle crafted from a thousand poisons, immediately feels a surge of excitement at the thought of gently flying it into the waist of the renowned Mad Third Young Master, whose fame resonates throughout the world

At this moment, Jiang Yicao, who had retreated to one side, pondered to himself that the Inspection Institute was openly tracking him, yet secretly, he did not know how they had connected with the Baofu Building. They had sent someone to infiltrate the ship at the New Market and set up this trap. First, they used that unfortunate assassin who intended to end his own life with a sword from the ship's side to draw everyone's attention. Then, they planned to subdue either himself or any low-skilled individual in the cabin, deliberately lowering their stance, allowing this impersonator of Lord Peng to brazenly approach the mad Third Young Master, seeking an opportunity to launch an attack together with this amiable and profit-seeking shopkeeper.

The gentle breeze carries away the dryness from the tea, allowing one to savor its fragrance and take a delicate sip.

As soon as this sentence was spoken, an unexpected change occurred in the venue.

Like a snow-white garment, she gently walked in from outside the cabin

The middle-aged man walked up to him, pointed at his nose, and said: "I, Peng Yutao, have lived my life as an official with integrity. It would be better for me to return to the capital to face trial than to associate with a traitor like you, even if it means dying a glorious death."

"No problem." Kong Youran casually replied. "But if you are Ji Xiaoye, then this on the ground..."

Junior apprentice? Feng San Shao originally had some admiration for this ruthless character, and upon hearing that there were even younger experts in the inspection department, he couldn't help but feel greatly intrigued

Their snap plan took only one night to complete, and while it is not complex, it is simply captivating. The most captivating moment should be accomplished by one's own snap of the fingers

Feng San Shao had no intention of harming anyone; he was merely genuinely intrigued by this peculiar master and servant. However, wishing to keep them around and having no intention of harming the enemy, this palm strike was merely imposing in appearance, lacking any internal force. Kong You Ran, on the other hand, had several questions to ask Jiang Yi Cao, and there was no talk of deep-seated hatred. This flick of the fingers, though the true energy surged from the fingertips and Lan Xi was in disarray, was nonetheless exceedingly gentle.

At this moment, the mad Third Young Master in the arena was suddenly ambushed, suffering injuries to his abdomen and a stab wound to his shoulder. With both hands wielding a sword light as venomous as a snake, and with formidable enemies still looming behind him, he was indeed at the end of his strength. If someone were to launch a surprise attack at this moment, it would be feared that no matter how supreme his abilities, he would have no time to attend to anything else.

Blood suddenly appeared

In the first year of the Shuming era, which was the second year after the passing of His Majesty Mingzong, a young scholar from Hongshi County, through some unknown means, incited the Hongshi garrison to rise in rebellion. On the day of the uprising, he issued a proclamation to denounce the current regime, filled with mockery, anger, and scorn, showcasing an extraordinary command of language. From the time of the founding emperor to the benevolent governance of Mingzong, he managed to critique them thoroughly, leaving no stone unturned. Although it was merely a display of literary skill, it was indeed astonishing.

Jiang Yicao also smiled, thinking that the fish in the pond, which had been parched to death, did not look good at all. However, it was not appropriate to voice this thought: "I have encountered some issues at home and need to hurry on my way. The boat has been delayed for some time, so it would be better to go ashore and find two swift horses."

That person, however, did not respond to this remark and directly said: "I have long surpassed the age of confusion. You were appointed as a high-ranking official at the age of fifteen, and even today you are only in your thirties. How can you lament the fleeting years?"

***

After the voice fell, two individuals were seen standing on either side, on the deck of the boat, as if there were still remnants of energy swirling around them

I do not ask for much; I only wish to live a quiet life. He looked at A Chou, who had taken off her hat and placed it behind her back, faintly observing how her hair was occasionally blown to her forehead by the river breeze, tangled in a chaotic mess, and suddenly spoke.

The remarkable figures of the world can be counted on one hand; how could these two individuals possibly be nameless

The officials of the Censorate were already at a loss due to the series of unexpected events that had occurred. Only upon hearing this did they remember that their original mission was to escort the provincial governor Peng Yutao back to the capital for trial. However, for some unknown reason, they had encountered the mad Third Young Master along the way, who had kidnapped the person, leading to the subsequent troubles.

It was just that in his vague consciousness, he seemed to have known all along that this operation was destined to fail, so he was not particularly disappointed with the current situation. This was, after all, a personal adventure of his own; he merely wanted to see what this jeweled bracelet truly looked like. Was it a deadly weapon in the hands of a shrew, or a beautiful adornment atop flowing black hair?

Goodbye

At the thought of this festival, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he cast a subtle glance at the empty and ethereal figure seated opposite him, the empty high priest.

Feng San Shao let out a light grunt, and the green blade in his palm shattered inch by inch. Then, with incredible speed, he lightly extended his iron palm and brushed it across Peng Yutao's shoulder.

"It's just an interlude." A Chou repeated his words somewhat absentmindedly.

The temple is located atop the solitary mountain of the plains, a place that has been revered and worshipped by the people of the Central Plains for centuries. The priests in the temple are often elderly individuals with silver beards and white hair, known for their wisdom and composure. It was not until fifty years ago that a once-in-a-millennium genius, known as Zhi Qiu Yi Ye, broke this tradition, rising to the rank of a high priest at the tender age of eighteen, which truly caught the attention of the Western Ridge and earned the admiration of the masses. However, during the time when High Priest Zhi Qiu Yi Ye was in power in Liduo, he frequently entered and exited the imperial city to proclaim the temple's duties and establish national policies, only to later vanish suddenly like a divine dragon.

Mad Third Master coldly said while gripping the man's throat: "Manager Bao, your skills are quite impressive!" The crowd, seeing him drenched in blood yet still so valiant, couldn't help but stare in astonishment

When he was informed that Feng San Shao was on the ship, he did not hesitate to issue a kill order

Though he was ambushed that night, he still maintained a refined and elegant demeanor, and even at this moment, a hint of wildness lingered in his smile. As laughter echoed around, he gently patted the knife at his waist. Only then did the crowd notice that he had a knife at his waist, its scabbard a delicate and exquisite pale blue, appearing as striking as a glimpse of the azure sky peeking through the willows by the riverside. Yet, for some reason, this extremely elegant knife exuded an uncontrollable aura of violent intent seeping from the edge of the scabbard. Only then did the crowd notice that he had a knife at his waist, its scabbard a delicate and exquisite pale blue, appearing as striking as a glimpse of the azure sky peeking through the willows by the riverside. Yet, for some reason, this extremely elegant knife exuded an uncontrollable aura of violent intent seeping from the edge of the scabbard.

Ji Xiaoye said with a wry smile: "That person is currently sleeping soundly in your room."

Mad Three Young Master shook his head and smiled, saying: "In this cold tea and dilapidated hall, such pretentious behavior is truly uncomfortable."

What is astonishing is that Jiang Yicao seems to be extraordinarily familiar with the path, as if guiding it. With a swift movement, he places one hand behind his back, awkwardly swings his left leg back, and yet his body falls forward with the swiftness of a cliff rock. During the fall, his thumb slowly extends. This seemingly unreasonable gesture unexpectedly finds its true essence within the ethereal shadow of his finger, which blooms like an orchid, gently imprinting on the delicate, slightly upturned little finger.

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, the man had already leaned against the side of the boat, trembling as he stood up. His left shoulder had been lightly brushed by the mad Third Young Master, causing it to sag slightly. At this moment, blood seeped through his clothing, gradually turning dark, presenting a gruesome sight. Yet, he still forced a calm smile and cupped his hands in greeting: "Ji Xiaoye, the chief clerk of the Inspection Court... It is my first time meeting you, senior."

... ...

Another person chuckled and replied, "You seem to be a bit obsessed. Since it is so arduous, why continue to maintain it with such effort?"

Feng San Shao turned his head and nodded slightly to Jiang Yicao and his servant, seemingly in gratitude, and then quietly looked at Peng Yutao, who had been the first to launch a surprise attack on him, and said: "You are certainly not the old master Peng. May I ask who you are?"

Bao Anxin let out a gentle sigh of relief. The reason he joined forces with the Inspection Court was that the temptation to eliminate the mad Third Young Master was simply too great, so great that he was willing to risk his life for it

At this moment, the young man holding the silver needle knew it was time for him to take action

Before the words were finished, the cold and aloof Boss Bao interjected: "So you, the real person, took the opportunity to sneak in while our ship was docked in Xinshi? Lord Ji, you have such deep schemes!" His tone was extremely chilling, and it seemed that he was even prepared to keep a renowned general from the Court of Censors here.

One can only see the ethereal and elusive movements, as if they were an illusion, casting shadows that confuse the mind. It is akin to an orchid blooming in the morning, with layers of petals falling endlessly, and its exquisite intricacies leave one in awe.

I suppose your actions this time are entirely your own decision? Has Old Tang's internal injury healed yet? At this moment, Feng San Shao was already seated in a chair, inviting Kong You Ran to enjoy tea, presenting a tranquil demeanor akin to that of a host

I am just a bit puzzled; why is it that when I strike, you seem completely unaware, yet you are so clear about the actions of the shopkeeper Bao behind you

Only after the young priest gracefully emerged from the inner hall did the dispute come to an end. For anyone who took a careful look at his face would know that it bore a striking resemblance to that of the great priest Zhiqiu Yiye from decades past, as if he had been reborn. They could not help but exclaim in unison: Such is the emergence of a young deity from Xiling.

***

Mad Third Young Master gazed at Ji Xiaoye, who was leaning against his subordinate, and said: "Ji Xiaoye, since I call myself Mad Third Young Master, there is a reason for it. If one day you can be as mad as your big boss and like me, then come to find me, it will not be too late."

Then A Chou sheathed the sword

We have both confronted the esteemed Master of the Empire

At this moment, the wounds on Feng San Shao's body had already been bandaged. Upon hearing this person's question, he replied: "He just broke the teacup while helping that young servant to hold that little brother hostage. I'm not blind, how could I not see?" Then, with a hint of weariness, he added: "As for your side, I was indeed careless... By the way, the esteemed Lord Peng whom I personally invited should be well, right?"

He merely feels a sense of regret for not having pushed this person to the brink; the chain remains a chain, and the madness has not manifested in the slightest.

Feng San Shao gently clapped his hands and said: "Old Master Peng, there are colleagues here to see you"

No one would have thought that one could see the figure of the mad Third Young Master nearly four hundred miles southwest of Beiyang City in Hongshi County. Nor could anyone guess why the reclusive God Officer Kong Youran, who had been in seclusion for ten years, would suddenly appear in this place. However, in comparison, when the young man holding the silver needle gently announced his name, the officials of the Supervisory Court, who had regained their freedom of movement, were even more astonished.

Madman San Shao coldly watched the quietly retreating Manager Bao towards the cabin door, suddenly saying: "Manager, are you leaving just like this?"

Mad Third Master shook his head and said: "If you are coming for me, what use is it to take that young man hostage? If you think my age is increasing..." He closed his eyes and calmly said: "With a little less madness, I fear you have miscalculated."

At this moment, Kong Youran was indeed somewhat surprised. He was originally a person who sought to escape from the world, and having cultivated the first meditation in the three sects of the temple, he valued the pure and carefree state of being, naturally gifted yet having never encountered the intrigues and machinations of worldly people. Seeing this person claim to be Ji Xiaoye, the chief clerk of the inspection department, he couldn't help but wonder who the Ji Xiaoye he had just mentioned was.

Mad Three Shao ignored him and turned to Ji Xiaoye, who was being supported by his subordinates towards the cabin door. Looking at his pale face, he said: "Ji Xiaoye, perhaps you think that if it weren't for the sudden arrival of these people on the ship, this situation could have been resolved, right?" His gaze lingered on the empty high priest and Jiang Yicao, who remained in the cabin.

The same two words were spoken again by Jiang Yicao, as he slightly bowed towards the empty space. He then took A Chou's hand and leaped off the boat, merging into the distant darkness of the night

***

Like a devout elder

He observed that the young servant in black had exceptional skills, and his fingers bore the black stone ring of a familiar disciple from Little Dongshan. From this, he inferred that Jiang Yicao was also an extraordinary person, which prompted him to consider recruiting him. However, this man of character unexpectedly encountered a mundane individual who was oblivious to the nature of such character. Jiang Yicao simply tugged at A Chou's small sleeve and hastily replied, "See you later"

A piece of cloth from A Chou's sleeve had been torn off and wrapped around Jiang Yicao's hand. At this moment, the left sleeve was shortened, revealing a hand as white as jade. Jiang Yicao noticed that the mad Third Young Master, a great figure of his generation, was fixated on a young girl, forgetting A Chou's words from a few days ago, and felt displeased in his heart, coldly saying: "I take my leave"

Only those two unparalleled figures in the world remained, standing in the cabin of the ship

Ji Xiaoye listened quietly as he spoke, and suddenly a hint of a smile flashed in her eyes as she said: "This time, my actions were indeed somewhat reckless. However, if I wish to confront you in the future, I fear there may be no opportunity left. The matters concerning the red stone in the courtyard have already been entrusted to my junior brother."

Disciple Liu Ming, currently serving as the chief clerk of the main hall. My sect is called the Blue Robe Society... However, he is particularly unique, having taken the name September 9. Ji Xiaoye's smile was even more radiant, completely disregarding the blood that was still flowing from his body

He contemplated this murder scheme; although crude, it was reasonable in every aspect. Several feints were quite capable of distracting people's minds, leaving him secretly astonished.

The fingers moved slightly, yet it felt as if the silver needle between them had taken root, firmly fixed in place. He looked up in astonishment, only to see Jiang Yicao smiling at him, her right hand gently pinching the deadly needle with two fingers

A Chou's left foot barely moved, yet he did not evade; instead, he stepped forward, transforming his palm into a sword, breaking through with a flash of light from his fingers, directly stabbing at the center of Feng San Shao's brow. This sword strike resembled the setting sun seizing the mountains, leaving no time for the onlookers to react, and it even evoked a sense of impending death. Feng San Shao was taken aback, pondering how this seemingly delicate and weak youth could unleash such a fierce and extraordinary sword intent.

To obstruct this person for just a moment is sufficient, as even a moment is enough.

***

The Third Prince is absolutely not mistaken. It rises in the azure sky of the Ninth Heaven and sets in the abyss of the Yellow Springs. Congratulations, after thirty-six years, the Yellow Spring Sword reappears in the world, and the first to encounter it will be you

Bao An turned around, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and forced a smile as he said, "I have urgent matters to attend to downstairs, so I cannot afford to delay and will not accompany the Third Young Master to enjoy the scenery."

At that time, the world experienced three consecutive years of favorable weather, with abundant harvests and the populace yearning for peace. This young scholar chose this moment to conspire against the government, which inevitably led others to judge him as utterly incompetent. In his proclamation, he audaciously criticized the then-revered imperial tutor, Zhuo Siming, who was regarded almost as a deity, thus becoming a figure of ridicule among the common people. However, no one could have anticipated that, over the course of three years, the imperial army faced significant difficulties advancing in Hongshi County, suffering heavy casualties against the fierce resistance of the rebel forces. By the second year of the Shixin era, this young scholar, alone and proud, boldly made his way to Beiyang City, rallying the Qingchuan Fury Dragon and three thousand soldiers, further solidifying his fame across the land. Yet, no one could have anticipated that, over the course of three years, the imperial army faced significant difficulties advancing in Hongshi County, suffering heavy casualties against the fierce resistance of the rebel forces. By the second year of the Shixin era, this young scholar, alone and proud, boldly made his way to Beiyang City, rallying the Qingchuan Fury Dragon and three thousand soldiers, further solidifying his fame across the land.

Upon hearing this, the mad Third Young Master stood up and said, "This person never leaves any survivors." Seeing Kong Youran beside him showing a look of tension, he smiled and continued, "But considering the old friendship after seven years of not seeing each other, you may leave." He then turned and said, "Brother Ning, bring the boat closer to the shore and let them go."

The duel between Jiang and Yi Cao over there ended even more swiftly

There are many matters of love in this world that are beyond one's control; I do not blame you, nor will I harm you

"The problem lies in your rebellious desire to usurp the rightful position." This statement, made by the exceptionally agitated Lord Peng Yutao after emerging from the tent, is surprisingly clear and remarkably calm.

Madman San Shao looked down at the wound on his abdomen and coldly said: "You probably also boarded the ship in the New City, right? It is indeed strange that Master Bao, who prefers to sail swiftly in the river breeze, emphasizing the absence of any hindrance, suddenly changed his mind and decided to stop in the New City. " At this moment, he still had his hand gripping Master Bao's throat, showing no intention of loosening his hold. Instead, the pressure from his fingers emitted a jade-like white light, which was quite dazzling. It is indeed strange that Master Bao, who prefers to sail swiftly in the river breeze, emphasizing the absence of any hindrance, suddenly changed his mind and decided to stop in the New City. " At this moment, he still had his hand gripping Master Bao's throat, showing no intention of loosening his hold. Instead, the pressure from his fingers emitted a jade-like white light, which was quite dazzling.

Mad Three Shao looked at the counterfeit Peng Yutao, whose eyes were filled with unwillingness as he gazed outside the cabin, and smiled, saying: "Those people did not take action just now, and they certainly will not take action now."

That person sat on the ground, and although he was severely injured, he still laughed and said: "If I can make you bleed, why do you bother to care who I am?"

In recent years, for reasons unknown, the court has ceased to reinforce Beiyang City, merely managing to maintain the situation in Hongshi. The rarely peaceful days for the mad Third Young Master have lasted a few years, yet the tens of thousands of citizens within Beiyang City, along with many brothers hidden among the celestial veins, still need food and clothing. While the clashing of weapons on the battlefield does not daunt him, it is matters concerning money that trouble him greatly, forcing him to personally address these issues this time, leaving him somewhat weary in spirit.

Unexpectedly, A Chou saw Feng San Shao strike from the sky with a palm. To her surprise, she did not dodge or evade, but instead raised her finger as if it were a blade, lightly lifting it from her waist and skillfully piercing directly at the edge of Feng San Shao's palm. Feng San Shao truly did not anticipate that her finger-as-sword technique would be so exquisite. He exhaled lightly, retracted his five fingers, transformed his palm into a fist, and struck diagonally. Just as his fist was about to reach A Chou's left shoulder, her fingers, like a flash of knife light, scattered widely, sweeping over in a flurry.

Due to the extreme youth of this prodigy, during the grand ceremony of the High Priest's proclamation that year, numerous priests and divine envoys from all over the world hurried back to Xiling, expressing their discontent. Some elders even wept blood and shed tears, wishing to exchange their own lives for that of this child, in order to prevent this absurd act

At this moment, the rain gradually diminished

The mad Third Young Master suddenly sprang up, lightly tapping his toes on the other shoulder, causing him to slump down to the ground. Using this momentum, he gracefully retreated, moving with an unimaginable speed, and slipped into the embrace of the assailant behind him. With a twist of his wrist, he seized the knife, struck with his elbow to the chest, and then reversed his hand to grip the throat, executing the three movements in one fluid motion, displaying remarkable elegance.

Therefore, we eliminated them

As everyone regained their composure, they saw the shopkeeper Bao, who had already reached the cabin door, covering his left cheek and glaring malevolently at the mad Third Young Master. A stream of blood flowed from between his fingers, and on the deck lay a bloody severed ear.

Then, the person who ambushed him from behind was struck fiercely in the chest, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, which splattered onto the right shoulder of the injured Feng San Shao.

The first Ji Xiaoye is a fraud, purely a brute. He glanced at the person who had been unconscious on the side, then turned his gaze to the servant who had fainted after losing his left arm to A Chou's sword, muttering to himself: "Although the second Ji Xiaoye is cunning and composed, unfortunately, his skills are too poor. Of course, he is also a fraud."

The mad Third Young Master remained seated quietly, the knife still at his waist, as if it had never been drawn. He coldly said: "What Red Stone lacks now is salt, so I naturally cannot kill you. However, since we are in business, we must adhere to the rules of the trade. If this deal incurs a loss, one cannot leave empty-handed; there must be some profit left."

I am Tang Fengbin, a humble disciple of the sect

And wait! It is indeed the mad Third Young Master who speaks to keep his guests. "I have yet to repay the kindness I received from both of you earlier, how can I leave just like this?" He said lightly, and suddenly raised his head, saying: "You two do not seem to be ordinary people, how about assisting with the red stone?"

The person coldly said: "I am grateful for your concern, senior. My master has been suffering from internal injuries that have not healed for some time, and he tends to cough whenever it rains."

In an instant, the several individuals who had struck out were all injured and fell to the ground, and the cabin suddenly fell silent, creating an atmosphere that was quite mysterious

Mad Three Shao coldly glanced at the counterfeit Peng Yutao: "Are you a disciple of Tang Laoda or Yi Laer?"

In that year, he was quietly and peacefully fifteen years old

Jiang Yicao and his servant, naturally unaware of the many stories unfolding on that ship, were at this moment wandering along the rocky banks of the Clear River, heading upstream in a haphazard manner. The path among the stones was arduous, yet the two were neither weary nor fatigued; they only felt the cold night wind occasionally seeping into their collars, which served to invigorate them somewhat

A Chou looked at the scene and suddenly turned her head to see that the two fingers of Jiang Yicao's right hand had turned black. She couldn't help but be startled, and with a swift motion, her short sword drew a circle, causing a strip of black cloth from her left arm to gently float down. She lightly traced two lines on Jiang Yicao's two fingers, forcing out the poisoned blood and wrapping it carefully. Jiang Yicao let out a soft cry of pain, but then saw Kong Youran smiling at her, which startled her heart.

The mad Third Young Master clutched a sharp blade and swiftly retreated! He fell into the embrace of a person, sending him flying. Meanwhile, the blade light that descended from the sky behind him did not strike its intended target as desired, but instead slashed across his shoulder, drawing forth a stream of blood.

It turns out that he came to find a venue for the door master. Feng San Shao took a sip of tea, expressing a hint of weariness as he said, "Youth is inexperienced, no wonder he is so reckless." This person is truly formidable; despite having two wounds on his body still oozing blood, he does not even glance at them, instead engaging in casual conversation with the enemy.

He saw that although Ji Xiaoye did not respond, her eyes were filled with the meaning that it was only natural. He couldn't help but laugh wildly towards the sky: "If it weren't for Kong Youran fearing that my wild nature would erupt, rushing to take action on my behalf, do you think any of you would be able to leave alive?"

Ji Xiaoye suddenly recalled a passage: "When the Vermilion Bird spreads its wings, do not think of the three-foot emerald and red, but seek the hundred steps of willow green, rising in the azure sky at dawn, and descending into the abyss of the yellow springs at dusk..."

In an instant, a flash of the green blade, which Peng Yutao, looking like a principled scholar, had drawn from an unknown source, was sent to the abdomen of the mad Third Young Master.

General Feng San gently placed the shopkeeper Bao down, leaned close to his cheek, and said softly: "Hello"

Ji Xiaoye has been in this line of work for seven years. In these seven years, he has encountered countless individuals, but as he looked at the indifferent Mad Third Young Master, he suddenly recalled a remark made by Tang Datangguan: "There are many people in the world we should best avoid. For instance, the Prince of Wangjiang; if you happen to encounter him, it is akin to coming across the large bronze furnace in Tianxiangju, where the charcoal fire burns perpetually, capable of scorching anyone who reaches out to it, peeling away a layer of skin. And that Mad Third Young Master of Hongshi... one day, if you see him from a distance, just turn and leave. Just like the Prince of Wangjiang; if you happen to encounter him, it is akin to coming across the large bronze furnace in Tianxiangju, where the charcoal fire burns perpetually, capable of scorching anyone who reaches out to it, peeling away a layer of skin. And that Mad Third Young Master of Hongshi... one day, if you see him from a distance, just turn and leave... He is like the hairpin on the heads of those noblewomen, adorned with delicate silk flowers, pleasing to the eye... But do not forget, when a woman goes mad, her first action is often to pull down the hairpin from her head and stab it into a man's throat... And that person... is truly mad...

That is a subordinate of mine, who will take my place in command and perform the role of luring the enemy

We are both old now

The fight in the cabin had long awakened the travelers on board who were lost in their sweet dreams. Sleepy-eyed individuals poked their heads out to inquire about the commotion. Upon seeing a group of people disembarking into the night, they could not help but feel a sense of unease, especially when they noticed some individuals were injured, prompting them to gasp in surprise. The crew members had a hard time calming them down and urged them to return to their rooms to rest. However, the crew at this moment were no longer the aspiring individuals from the Dream Building, but rather the sailors from Captain Ning's ship.

Throughout his life, he has encountered numerous dangers, yet it is rare to find himself in such a humiliating predicament as today. Although he had been overly careless, believing that Bao An would not dare to act against him on his own ship, the trap laid out was indeed quite intricate. Upon seeing the counterfeit Peng Yutao lying on the ground, with a significant depression in his shoulder, blood seeping profusely, and the veins in his neck prominently visible, it was evident that he was in excruciating pain. However, he remained composed, which earned him a degree of admiration; thus, he inquired with a certain politeness.

This explanation generally has two aspects

Indeed, it is a pity. The man replied, "This plan is indeed somewhat simple, but I have always believed that often in this world, simple matters are more likely to be effective." Suddenly, he exerted himself to lift his head and glanced outside the ship, murmuring, "In fact, we still have one more move to make..."

Hehe... the Crazy Third Young Master said with a light laugh: "Young man, you have enough courage and composure. Seeing more than ten members of your Blue Clothes Society destroyed, you can still maintain your expression without changing, and your hand serving tea does not tremble at all"

"Am I the rebel? Then who is the legitimate one?" At this moment, Feng San Shao's words seemed to carry a hint of madness as he stood up, flicked his sleeves, and cast a sideways glance at the middle-aged man. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Ji Xiaoye, who was holding a silver needle, and noticed a trace of a smile in her eyes.

In the night boat, Feng San Shao, dressed in a blue robe, appeared as if it had been dyed a deep red with blood

Since he encountered misfortune in his youth, he has spent decades without a single day free from peril and hardship. He can truly be described as having a body of iron and muscles of steel, with a soul that has wandered through the gates of hell several times, yet remains steadfastly trapped in his own battered and scarred flesh. Therefore, when he saw the young man, who was deftly handling a silver needle, reveal his identity, he was not particularly surprised. There are few things left in this world that can astonish him; he merely felt a sense of unease, as if there were some unpredictable danger lurking within the night rain and the journey by boat.

The two exchanged a smile, no longer speaking

At this moment, Ji Xiaoye, standing in the hall, respectfully said: "I am currently occupied with official duties and cannot meet with the esteemed divine official. I hope for your understanding." His expression was respectful, yet his hand did not waver, as the silver needle was firmly embedded in Jiang Yicao's clothing.

The text criticizes the imperial teacher Zhuo Siming, who was residing in Yingxiu Town at the time. It states: "Since the sixth year of Shaoming, when the public authority of Yunyanguan began to oversee, Mr. Danshui served as the inspector of Gaotang. He has since lived in the south of the Yangtze River for over ten years; yet the imperial teacher, with his useful body and esteemed position, has chosen to retreat to a small courtyard in Yingxiu, no longer concerning himself with court affairs, and has greatly obstructed the campaign against the north. One cannot help but wonder where the ambitions of the great man from back then have gone today? This humble cottage is indeed pleasant, but who cares for the shattered mountains and rivers? The gentleman's heart and mind remain clear, but how can he find peace with the wishes of the displaced people in the north? Such a person, who remains in his position and looks up to the sky with indifference, how can I, as the emperor, treat him with the respect due to a teacher? Can the world truly be invigorated..."

He was well aware that this young man had a significant connection with that Little Dongshan, and naturally, he was unwilling to risk his life. He could only bring his palms together, shattering that sword intent, and then joined his hands in front of his brow, silently retreating.

Before the mad blade is drawn, this person is already so difficult to withstand. If he were to draw the mad blade at his waist, who in the world could possibly stand against him? Upon contemplating this, Ji Xiaoye could not help but break into a cold sweat, not from pain, but from a sense of lingering fear.

Unfortunately, he made a move, yet his hand did not move