Chapter 21: Street Fight

"You don't believe me?" he said.

"I believe it, of course I do." She knew that Chai Hui would not let her go, so she just hoped that her senior brother would not come over when he saw someone following her, so as to avoid any unnecessary trouble.

"How about you kowtow to me and become my disciple? I will teach you all the sword techniques, knife techniques and internal skills that I know. I guarantee that you will be far better than me in ten years," he said.

Jiao Ran laughed and said, "Third Young Master, you are teasing me. Jiao Ran has never known any martial arts. She is just a maid who does rough work."

He is the same age as her and wants her to be his disciple. He can dream on.

"Don't you know how good my martial arts skills are?"

Seeing that he was going to show her off in the street, Jiaoran wanted to cover her face and run away. After all, he was the third son of the Governor's Mansion. People who didn't know him would definitely think that he was a stupid dandy who was running around in the street.

She waved her hands, thinking, if she couldn't afford to offend, she could avoid him. She flattered him, "No need, no need. Of course, I trust the Third Young Master. His martial arts are unfathomable. Who in the mansion doesn't know that?"

As he spoke, he slowly took a few steps back.

She turned around to run, but was grabbed back by him. He didn't even use both hands to deal with her. Jiaoran really hated herself for not being able to teach him a lesson and make him behave himself.

"Want to run?" He smiled.

Just as Jiaoran was racking his brains to break free from him, a piece of gravel suddenly hit Chai Hui's hand.

The person had his face covered, but Jiaoran recognized it as Bu Yue at a glance.

She winked at him and said, "Go away, why are you wading in this muddy water?"

He motioned for her to stay away.

Chai Hui was carrying a sword. Although Jiao Ran had fought with him several times, he still didn't know his strengths and was really worried that Senior Brother Bu Yue would suffer a loss.

She saw Bu Yue, for the first time in her life, carrying a sword that happened to be Senior Sister Zhuxing's sword. She felt secretly delighted, thinking that Senior Sister must be nearby. "Who are you? You dare not let me see your true face?"

He mixed in a falsetto, "You're not worthy."

Chai Hui was arrogant and proud, and such words would be like lighting a powder keg.

The two men slowly approached each other, and when they were only seven feet apart, they suddenly stopped together.

No one moved forward.

When Chai Hui came out, he was wearing a wide-sleeved shirt. Now he took out two belts from his sleeve pockets and tightened the wide cuffs.

After doing all this, Chai Hui drew out his sword. His fingers were thin and long, but his joints seemed very strong.

Chai Hui's face turned cold again, but when facing the man who fought with him, a hint of expectation appeared in his eyes. This expectation soon burned like a flame, as if it wanted to drag himself into the fire. He was such a madman.

After drawing their swords, neither of them attacked first. Jiaoran, watching from the crowd, was so nervous that he could hardly breathe.

For some reason, an old man ran among them.

I have to say that the people of Xiu Tu are really tough. Chai Hui said to the old man, "If you don't move away, I will kill you first." Bu Yue said, "Old man, you'd better not join in the fun, or I will chop off your arm."

The old man was unhurried. He took out a fan from somewhere and fanned a few times, saying, "If you want to fight, I'll be your witness. But, please stop when the time is right. No one on this street has ever gotten killed in a fight under my watch."

Everyone watching the show applauded and cheered.

The old man continued, "Everyone, please make some room. Don't let any harm happen to you. Swords have no mercy."

Jiaoran was extremely worried and was pushed back by the old man. "Young lady, don't move forward. You have no skills at all, what are you going to do?"

Of course she was unwilling to stand behind others. If her senior brother suffered a loss, she could still find a way to delay Chai Hui.

The old man said, "Don't worry about it. I've seen this street many times, and there's no one who can cause trouble."

Jiaoran was gently pushed by him and actually took several steps back, being pushed behind the crowd.

In the blink of an eye, a flash of cold light appeared. This cold light came with the wind and headed straight towards Bu Yue.

Given Chai Hui's temper, Jiaoran was not surprised at all that he attacked first.

Chai Hui's sword pierced his throat.

In a flash, Bu Yue blocked it with his sword.

Sword light interaction.

The sound of blades clashing echoed, and cold light shone like falling stars. Everyone around was stunned. Their movements were so fast that it was impossible to tell their movements or direction.

At this moment, the sword tip was at Bu Yue's ear, and the next moment, Bu Yue repelled him and stabbed Chai Hui's shoulder.

After dozens of moves, Jiaoran saw that Bu Yue was at a disadvantage and became very anxious.

Bu Yue and Chai Hui stared at each other with no expression on their faces.

Sure enough, with the next move, Chai Hui cut Bu Yue's arm. Jiaoran suspected that he was seriously injured because a flash of pain appeared on Bu Yue's face. He never frowned when he was injured before.

In a panic, Jiaoran saw someone standing in the crowd opposite, who looked very much like his senior sister, but Jiaoran was not sure because she turned and left.

Jiaoran didn't even bother to see if she was his senior sister. Now that his senior brother had been defeated, it was obvious that he was no match for Chai Hui.

Just as Chai Hui continued to attack, the old man said, "You can stop now. He has already lost."

Chai Hui raised his head suddenly, "Why?"

A sword thrust forward, but the old man blocked it, holding the sword with two fingers. "Jiang Hai Ningguang, that move you just made was quite good."

He turned back to Bu Yue and said, "You've learned too many things and haven't mastered anything. You have some talent, but it's a pity."

Chai Hui got angry, "Do you know who I am?!"

The old man flicked his sword, forcing Chai Hui back half a step. His profound internal strength was evident from the way he raised his hand. "I don't care who you are. If you cause trouble on this street, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of your father."

Without even glancing at him, he turned and dispersed the crowd, "Well, the winner is decided. There's nothing more to see."

Everyone left, and Bu Yue quickly disappeared in the crowd.

Chai Hui went to look for Jiaoran, but he didn't expect that he had so much fun that he couldn't see her in the blink of an eye.

Jiao Ran was pulled away by his senior sister, "Was it really you just now? I thought I was seeing things."

The senior sister said no, "I was standing there watching."

"But Senior Brother Bu Yue is injured."

She said not to bother with him, "He's the one who wants to be strong."

Jiaoran was stunned for a moment. Her senior sister had never spoken like this before. She could understand if her senior sister said a few harsh words when she was provoked by others, but she had never said such cold words to Bu Yue.

Jiaoran and his senior sister sat down in the guest room when Xiaoyue pushed the door open and came in. His arm had been hastily bandaged.

Bu Yue took out Zhuxing's sword.

"How can you go out without a sword?" he said.

Zhuxing stroked the sword gently, "This is the sword you gave me. I don't want it anymore. Shouldn't it be returned to its original owner?"

Bu Yue smiled and said, "I'll give it to you. From now on, the sword will be yours. Why are you still asking me to give it back?"