Chapter 13: Flying Leaf Guest Hao Chunhe

Wen Yao had excellent hearing, perceptively picking up the creaking noises coming from the kitchen amidst the clamor. This Hao Chunhe, perhaps, was trying to escape by opening the window. Chunyanzi disappeared as soon as she left her hand, and if Hao Chunhe slipped away, she had no confidence in catching him in this ghost market.

She quickly shouted at the top of her voice, "Old Hao, it's me! I'm in Bianliang!"

The next moment, the cotton and linen cloth hanging from the kitchen was lifted up. Hao Chunhe's graying hair was tied in a coarse cloth, and he wore a gray-black cotton coat with a nettle cloth pressed against his waist. He squinted his eyes in disbelief as he looked toward the door, his cracked and swollen hands still clutching the kitchen knife.

"You!" Wen Yao was wearing a mask, but Hao Chunhe recognized her immediately. His cloudy eyes brightened, and he hurriedly stumbled two steps towards the door: "Why are you here, and when did you come?!"

"It's just these few days. I was thinking of settling down and then meeting you for a drink." Wen Yao walked into the shop and casually took out the three hundred-liang silver notes that Chu Yutang had given him earlier and handed them to the proprietress: "I'll pay Chun Yanzi back the money she owes you. I'll send the remaining five hundred liang to you tomorrow."

Three hundred taels at a time!

The proprietress touched the banknotes in her hand, and couldn't hide the smile on her face. "Great, great, I didn't expect Chunyanzi to have a true friend like you. Miss, do you want to drink? Chunyanzi, why are you still standing there like an idiot? Quick, give me the knife, and you take the girl to choose a good seat. Heniang, I'll give you a jar of old wine!"

Chun Yanzi hummed a few times, and the knife in her hand was taken away by He Niang.

"Just sit here. Come and take a look at the bone moxibustion I brought you. This is what you'll like." Wen Yao pulled Hao Chunhe to sit down.

Hao Chunhe obviously had no interest in watching the bone moxibustion. He lowered his head and hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and stood up: "No, how can I ask you to pay the debt for me? I will pay the money I owe myself. I will ask He Niang to return the banknote to you."

"Wait, wait, wait, how can you not tell good from bad? I paid the money for you, and the lady boss is so happy. Now you come up to her and say this, aren't you asking for trouble?" Wen Yao's hands were strong, and he grabbed Hao Chunhe's shoulders so that he couldn't move. "I'm not paying the money for you in vain. I have a favor to do you a favor."

"What favor is worth eight hundred taels?" Hao Chunhe didn't know what he was thinking. His face suddenly became serious. He glanced around and said in a low voice, "I haven't been in that business for many years, but if you ask me to do it, no matter where it is, even if it's the imperial palace, I will go there."

"Rest now. No one wants you to go back to your old ways." Wen Yao shaved his flesh. "Well, I have a group of students who want to train you to conceal your energy. The three hundred taels just now and the five hundred taels tomorrow are your stipend."

Hao Chunhe's heart sank back into his stomach, and he relaxed completely. "Disciple? Are you coming to Bianliang to establish a sect? No, that's not right. The news of the Ten-Year Alliance has been circulating in the martial arts world these days, but I haven't heard that the Xingyi Sword Master is recruiting disciples."

Wen Yao smiled and waved the chopsticks in front of Hao Chunhe: "It's hard to say outside, you will know if you come with me to see it."

Just go.

She said loudly, "Madam, there's no need to heat up the wine! Chunyanzi and I haven't seen each other for years. I'm going out to visit your Bianliang ghost market and will be back later!"

He Niang was not afraid that Chun Yanzi and Wen Yao would run away and blame her for it, so she readily agreed to release them.

Wen Yao had just stood up and walked to the door when a large group of drunken men rushed over, swords in hand, glaring at her fiercely. A man, his face covered in bruises and blood, pointed at Wen Yao and said incoherently, "That's the stinky bitch!"

Hao Chunhe was stunned: "What's going on?"

"I just encountered this beast. I was so anxious to find you that I threw it aside and forgot to kill it." Wen Yao raised his hand to let Hao Chunhe step back: "Wait a moment."

She slapped the end of the Xingyi Sword's scabbard with her palm. A flash of silver light flashed as the longsword unsheathed, its cold light mingling with internal energy, nearly blinding anyone. The opponent, who also possessed some martial arts skills, raised a heavy axe and slashed at Wen Yao with closed eyes. Wen Yao swung her sword sideways, her red hair flowing like a string, and she sliced ​​through the axe's blade. She then launched herself up and delivered a powerful kick to the man's chest.

There was a sound of bones breaking, and the man flew up and fell into the distance with three or four people behind him.

The others were about to advance when Wen Yao twisted his wrist, leaving a deep sword mark four or five inches deep on the stone wall behind them. The person closest to the wall trembled as he looked at the mark and touched his neck as if in a dream.

Fortunately, it was not cut in half.

"Leave or die?" Wen Yao said with a smile: "If you don't leave, I will choose for you."

With just one sword, the group of people who came with such great momentum instantly repeated the mistakes of the four salt sellers, abandoning their weapons and weapons and fleeing in a panic.

Hao Chunhe gazed at the Xingyi Sword, its aura as unstoppable as ever, and it seemed as if he were back in the nighttime journey across the river between them outside the Western Dynasty's capital. He closed his eyes slightly, sighing with deep emotion, "Since entering the martial arts world, time has flown by. It's been almost ten years, and I'm old, but you haven't changed a bit, still retaining the youthful spirit."

"Nonsense." Wen Yao scolded with a smile, saying, "How old am I? Don't delay any longer. Go quickly. Your students are waiting for you."

The two of them immediately climbed up the well and left the Bianliang Ghost Market through the pawnshop. At the entrance of an alley, Wen Yao took a deep breath and soared upward, landing firmly on the bamboo ridge of a house. Hao Chunhe clapped his hands downward, and like a goose feather lifted by the wind, he landed lightly beside her.

"To be honest, you learned this Qing Gong skill when you were escaping with me. I'm half your master." In the cool autumn breeze, Hao Chunhe's face turned rosy, sweeping away his previous dejection. Even his messy hair and the cloth bag still weighing on his stomach became unrestrained and unrestrained. "We haven't seen each other for many years. How about another competition?"

Compare, compare, no matter how long these people from the martial arts world have retired from the martial arts world and lived in anonymity, they are still obsessed with competition.

Wen Yao agreed, "Okay, then let's go to the Prince of Yan's Mansion on Dongxing Street. The loser will get a bone moxibustion."

Before she finished her words, she tiptoed away, walking on the eaves, stepping on the moon. Hao Chunhe didn't mind Wen Yao's advance at all, and laughed heartily, "Okay!"

Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng keeps a list of the world's top masters, and almost everyone is proud to be on it. While there are many masters in the world, when it comes to reaching for the stars and the moon, only Feiyeke Hao Chunhe is the best in the world, with no one to rival him.

Ten years ago, Fei Ye Ke, armed with a knife, broke into the Western Dynasty palace at night and severed the right ear of the then-Western Emperor. The renowned Red Guards of the Western Dynasty pursued him throughout the city, but failed to even encounter Hao Chunhe and a scrap of clothing. Instead, they were slain at the city gates, becoming the laughingstock of other nations. While no one knows why the thief Hao Chunhe would commit such a deed, his fame skyrocketed, and he became a legend in the martial arts world.

It was also at that time that Feiyeke Hao Chunhe suddenly disappeared.

Some said he was dead, others that he had spent his life as a thief, stealing all the world's treasures and now sailing out to sea with his wife and children. There were all sorts of bizarre stories, but if someone said that the leaf-flying thief Hao Chunhe had spent six years cutting vegetables at a Yongzhou restaurant in the ghost market of Bianliang City, no one would believe it.

But the truth in this world is hard to believe.

Hao Chunhe was the first to step onto the wall of Prince Yan's mansion, not even a speck of dust from the tiles was kicked up. Wen Yao, with all his might, still managed to reach his destination a moment too late.

"Okay, I'll treat you. You know I'm not talented in this area and I lose to you every time." Wen Yao waved his hand generously.

Hao Chunhe's smile never faded. He stood facing the wind, as if he had returned to his youth. However, the Prince of Yan's Mansion was not a good place to stand and chat.

"We'll talk about the dinner later. Where are your disciples? Let's go quickly. Don't stay on the wall of Prince Yan's Mansion for too long. It's dangerous." Hao Chunhe was an assassin with extremely sharp senses. He could clearly feel that since he landed on the ground, countless arrows from this evil star's mansion were pointed at his body, waiting to kill him - hey, hey? !

Hao Chunhe was stunned, feeling the gazes of those around him turn away. He twitched his ears and even caught the extremely subtle sound of the crossbow mechanism closing in the dim light.

"They say it's not me who teaches, it's you. So he's not my disciple, he's yours." Wen Yao crossed his arms and raised his chin: "Here, this is it, come in."

Upon hearing this, Hao Chunhe's shock was unfaithful. Slightly flustered, he glanced at Prince Yan's Mansion, then at Wen Yao. Doubting his own hearing, he stammered again, "Those people, do they live in Prince Yan's Mansion?"

"Let me introduce you again." Wen Yao smiled, grabbed Hao Chunhe and jumped into the yard, taking off his mask. A group of maids came over and saluted when they saw Wen Yao. The girl in the lead even handed her lantern to Wen Yao and told her to be careful with the road she was walking on.

Wen Yao shook the lantern: "I am now the commander of the Yan King's secret guards, not in the traditional sense."

"You? You, you you!" Hao Chunhe was dumbfounded. He grabbed Wen Yao's wrist and walked away. The old man's relaxed expression disappeared, and in an instant he became extremely serious and frozen: "You came to Bianliang to help the King of Yan? No way, absolutely not!"

"Why not?" Wen Yao was puzzled and explained, "I know Yan Cang. He was the former commander of the Three Divisions and saved my life. Prince Yan was his apprentice. His master passed away, and he was worried that his apprentice would be bullied, so he asked me to take care of him for three years. I'm really confused. What kind of monster is Prince Yan that makes you all react like this?"

"You're not in Bianliang and you don't care about the court's affairs, so of course you don't know who this Prince of Yan is." Hao Chunhe's face was extremely serious. He dragged Wen Yao to the corner of the wall, blocking the gazes of countless people in the dark, and lowered his voice tightly, "He used to fight in western Sichuan and the Shu area. Although the Shu King was a rebel, the people in the 32 cities of Shu are my compatriots in Tianshui. But do you know how the Prince of Yan fought? He conquered seven cities in three days, and each time he burned the cities and killed people! He took the heads of the wives and children of the generals and drank with them. He forced every Shu soldier to leave and would not accept surrender. The corpses outside the city were piled higher than the city walls!"

"How cruel!" Hao Chunhe said inconsolably, "Did the Prince of Yan give you the three hundred and five hundred taels? No, let's go and ask He Niang to return the money. You return the money, and I'll continue washing and chopping vegetables. You leave now! Go wherever you want after leaving Bianliang!"