Chapter 569 He Chuan

"Um?"

Master Zhang was truly surprised that his junior brother wasn't satisfied with just one burning and insisted on burning it a second time.

They used invisibility talismans to stay atop the highest point of the hill, watching the tents below in disarray. Nevertheless, they dispatched over twenty cavalrymen to scatter in all directions, hoping to capture the person who started the fire.

"Since you're already here, don't you want to cause them more trouble, instill fear in them, and make them furious?"

The Taoist priest nodded, "Since we're already here, let's have as much fun as we can this time."

As he spoke, he took out a flask of wine from his pocket and handed it to Song Chunxue.

"I reckon after this, they won't dare to come and rob again for a long time. Don't take the risk in the future."

Song Chunxue frowned, her voice calm and certain, "So where does Senior Brother plan to go this time?"

"I have no plans to go anywhere, and I will no longer get involved in matters on the battlefield."

She understood. "So you're asking me to go? You really are my senior brother."

The Taoist priest smiled without denying it, "I will follow you from now on, and I will not question how you interfered, but if you are in danger, I can help you."

So she's just a convenient tool?

However, she wasn't angry. Being able to help so many people meant that a little hardship was nothing.

However, her plan to travel to Jiangnan may be indefinitely postponed.

"Oh, right, to show my sincerity, I'll take you to the water towns of Jiangnan when we get back. We'll visit West Lake, see the Broken Bridge, and taste how spicy the fried rice noodles are in Hunan and Jiangxi, and how delicious the Three Cup Chicken is." The Taoist priest carefully planned, "Let's go to these places first. But it's already very hot in the south in May. The steamy air is like a steamer. You should bring plenty of thin clothes, the thinner the better."

Song Chunxue's eyes lit up. "Senior brother, is what you said true?"

A ruler's word is his bond.

"How could I possibly accept that!"

With that, Song Chunxue strode down the mountain, tilted her head back and drank the wine in the pot, then casually tossed the pot aside, displaying an imposing manner.

"Senior brother, you should have said so earlier! The fire is already burning, why wait until the middle of the night? It would be great to take advantage of the fire. Since we're going to be villains for once, let's go all the way. If we don't kill them all to prevent future troubles, we'll be letting down your kindness."

"Junior brother, don't worry..." She really had a big mouth.

Before the Taoist priest could dissuade him, his junior brother had already flown into the firelight on his sword, wielding the sword with both hands, decisively and swiftly.

"Catch the assassin! The arsonist is here... Ah!"

Song Chunxue pulled out an iron needle from her bosom and flung it out, causing the first people who rushed over to fall down.

When the Taoist priest arrived, he saw his junior brother pulling iron nails from the dead man's neck and wiping the blood directly onto the dead man's clothes.

"Here they are! Get them!"

At this moment, about a hundred people rushed over wielding large machetes.

Song Chunxue was excited. She threw her long sword in her left hand and her short sword in her right, and they flew out. The next moment, they returned to her hand. When the person in front of her reached her, he fell straight down.

Then she leaped onto the strong man's shoulder, her short sword even more excited than she was, rapidly piercing their necks with her will, sucking their blood before returning.

The Taoist priest stood there, stunned, filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment!

Little Bai, you gave such a good thing to your junior brother, and she was able to move so fast in just two years, able to control the short sword with her mind.

Does he even need to do it himself?

It's infuriating to compare yourself to others. He only managed to control weapons with his mind after ten years of cultivation, and his senior uncle even praised him for his extraordinary talent.

My junior brother has only been using weapons for a few years.

What's infuriating is that she used to use a shovel and a sickle!

Is it because she has a divine artifact?

Song Chunxue felt that she was full of energy, and there was a burst of energy in her chest that wanted to burst out. Swinging her arms wide and wide made her feel relaxed and comfortable.

So what if these people were taller and fiercer than her? They still fell to her short sword in an instant.

More and more people around her were chattering away, but she couldn't understand them, nor did she need to.

"Junior brother, let's go!"

There are at least five thousand people here. How many can my junior brother kill by himself? It would be bad if he were captured alive.

The Taoist priest grabbed Song Chunxue by the back of her collar, attached an invisibility talisman, and disappeared into the air. He then raised his sword to block the rain of arrows flying towards them.

The next moment, they reappeared on the hill.

From afar, the firelight illuminated the enemy's stronghold as bright as day. They lit braziers, and a group of men roared in exasperation, mounted their horses, and charged out of the camp, but they didn't know which direction to pursue.

However, they must have been furious by now, as they dispatched over a thousand cavalry and infantry from various rooms.

A group of people brushed past them, at one point only three meters away. If any of them had a clearer view, they would have noticed some dust swirling around something.

"At midnight, while they are off guard and fast asleep, light another fire. No need to kill anyone. Without food, some of them will starve to death. Let them bully their own kind." The Taoist priest was worried, but his junior brother had killed too many people. He couldn't keep going to their territory every day.

The short sword in her hand is too bloodthirsty and will be difficult to control in the future.

"Alright, then we'll listen to Senior Brother." Song Chunxue knew that the feeling of hunger was even more torturous, and if they killed too many people, they wouldn't have the chance to experience that feeling.

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A day later, they arrived in Liangzhou City.

The Taoist priest went to the military camp to report the military situation to General Sun and handed over a more complete map.

Song Chunxue didn't want to go to the military camp, so she found an inn in Liangzhou City to rest and recuperate.

Feeling refreshed after the bath, I ordered a bowl of noodles, sat by the window, and ate it with a clove of garlic.

She can skip scallions, but not garlic. She ate two cloves of garlic with a bowl of noodles, and then a leg of lamb, with just one small clove of garlic being the perfect amount.

She let out a satisfied burp, which smelled of garlic.

After taking a couple of sips of wine, she used her dagger to cut the tendons off the lamb leg bone. She could feel that the short sword that gave her strength when fighting enemies didn't like this kind of chores.

It only wants to see blood.

This discovery instilled a sense of fear in Song Chunxue.

She took the short sword from her waist; the blood-soaked blade gleamed beneath its scabbard, yet it did not give off a sinister feeling.

Fortunately, this short sword seems to only like drinking the blood of its enemies.

She was fiddling with the sword in her hand when she inadvertently glanced downstairs and noticed that some of the pedestrians looked familiar.

It was He Chuan and his parents.

They were shopping on the street. He Chuan's parents were all smiles as they compared items at various stalls, and finally picked out the items they were satisfied with and had He Chuan pay for them.

To Song Chunxue's surprise, a large family followed behind them: He Chuan's older brother and sister-in-law, and a group of children holding candy pills and various straw-woven insects, finding everything on the street novel.

Song Chunxue stood by the window, thinking that He Chuan had come alone again; she must miss her parents very much.

But I wonder if he can handle the behavior of letting the other person spend money freely just because he thinks they have money.

She couldn't control her son-in-law's return home, but she was afraid that He Chuan's brother, sister-in-law, and parents would persuade him to move back.

Otherwise, they would have benefited from He Chuan's influence.

Just as he was pondering this, a gust of wind carried his parents' words, which were crystal clear.

"Chuan'er, why did you leave so easily back then? You haven't come back for three years. What's so good about being someone's live-in son-in-law? Although you don't have to worry about food and drink, it's still not as good as staying at home. Anyway, you have money now, why don't you move back? Otherwise, you'll regret it when you're old."