"Ling-ge'er!"
Yunling crashed into the deck, but fortunately, her superpower saved her; her internal organs were intact, and she didn't feel any pain.
She was somewhat dazed, unable to tell whether her superpower was not strong enough or that the person's power was too strong. It seemed that apart from that strange dream, she had rarely sensed the existence of superpowers recently, perhaps because she had been busy with her business and rarely went to the mountains.
Many things are like this: the more you use them, the better they become; the more you practice, the better they get. Once you neglect or neglect them, they just don't feel right when you use them again.
Are you alright?
Gangzi hurriedly helped Yunling up, but Yunling had already sensed the man's approach. She quickly pushed Gangzi away and used her supernatural abilities to meet the man's palm strike.
"Well done, you actually managed to withstand one of my palm strikes. If you, a mere brat, can defeat me, we will not interfere with you for the next three years as long as you pass through this area."
"It's settled."
The words had barely left his lips when swords flashed and shadows fell.
Yunling dared not be careless and countered each move. Since this person was strong and fast, she slowed down to disrupt his rhythm and then used softness to overcome hardness.
Gradually, Yunling found a breakthrough and was about to defeat the person in front of her with one blow when she felt a great discomfort in her chest. She couldn't hold it in and vomited all over the person, thus ending the match. She felt that her victory was not entirely fair.
Gangzi pursed his lips and pressed them against his nose to block out the smell, then clapped his hands to celebrate Yunling's victory.
"Three years, I'll give you a three-year grace period. If you relapse after three years, I'll have your head on my hands."
Three years—who can predict what will happen in the future?
Yunling accepted his kindness, clasped her hands in greeting, and asked in return, "May I ask your honorable name?"
"My name is Qian Xiaochong."
Yunling quickly stopped herself from saying the flattering words that were on the tip of her tongue. She bit her lower lip tightly, suppressing her laughter, and watched Qian Xiaochong leave with a domineering wave of his hand.
This fight was definitely worthwhile. It allowed me to vent my frustrations, gain three years of passage, and, most importantly, learn the name of the bandit leader. If I encounter other bandits while sailing, I can simply mention this man's name to avoid a lot of trouble.
After Qian Xiaochong and his men left, a ray of light appeared on the other side of the mountain; it was sunrise, and dawn was approaching.
Having witnessed Yunling's abilities, the He family's servants dared not act rashly and quickly cleaned up the scene.
Gangzi went into the cabin, intending to set up a stove to boil some hot water for Yunling to recover, when he saw "Little Turtle" peering out the window at the situation outside, while the injured head镖师 (镖头, a kind of bodyguard/escort) had almost bled out and had not yet been bandaged.
Gangzi's heart pounded like a raging fire. He tiptoed over, approached the man, and shouted, "There's still a survivor here?!"
"Little Turtle" was already in a panic, and when he was startled by that shout, the image of being caught by the river bandits and having his throat slit immediately flashed into his mind. He hurriedly jumped out of the window and into the river.
Gangzi spat and ran out of the cabin. He found a long stick and stretched it out to the "little turtle" in the water. "Swim, keep swimming!"
"Hey, the bandits, have they all left?"
He was both surprised and delighted, and at the same time, he was grateful for the long stick that Gangzi had extended. He had been too narrow-minded before, and he shouldn't have judged others by his own standards. The head镖师 (bodyguard/escort) was right; he needed their care, and that was true.
But when he put his hand on the long stick, Gangzi pulled the stick away and poked the "little turtle" like he was poking a turtle.
"Swim, keep swimming! Look at you, daring to curse our Aunt Ling-ge'er. You're courting death. Swim!"
"Brother, it was my fault, I will never do it again."
"Ignore any oaths you make; just swim the rest of the way."
"No, sir, I know I was wrong. Autumn is coming soon, and the water will be cold."
"..."
Yunling steadied her supernatural powers and entered the cabin. She saw the head镖师 (bodyguard/escort) leaning against a chair, his face pale. His wounds were bleeding almost dry, and no one had come to bandage them. She immediately spat out a mouthful of saliva.
She quickly tore off a clean piece of cloth, but since she didn't have any medicine powder to treat wounds, she had to secretly use her supernatural abilities to bandage his wounds.
"Thank you so much, sir. You saved my life. If you ever need anything in the future, just let me know."
"Don't say that. You're only trying to protect my goods. Things will be the same as before. I'll go boil some water. You can rest for a while and you'll feel better soon."
The head镖师 nodded in agreement, watching Yun Ling's departing figure, but secretly made up his mind that he would tell He Da about this when he got back, so that He Da could properly thank Yun Ling.
**
The ship continued sailing, but autumn had already arrived.
Zhang calculated the days, thinking that Yunling should be back soon, so she went to the escort agency to wait. But she waited for more than half a month and still didn't see her, so she started to panic.
She was anxious to find Chen Jie to find out what was going on, but was told that Chen Jie wouldn't be back until around the Double Ninth Festival. She couldn't calm down anymore; she had been having nightmares these past few days, in which Yunling was fighting a fierce-looking man on a boat.
She didn't take it seriously at first, since Yunling had traveled by land, not by boat. But now that she hadn't returned for so long, she had no choice but to take the dream seriously.
Zhang hurriedly ran to the Fu family's trading company to find Yun Shenghua. Yun Shenghua immediately asked Fu Jin for half a day off and took Zhang to the trading company's exchange shop. However, as soon as they stepped inside, they hurriedly turned back.
"What's wrong? Have you thought of someone else?"
Yun Shenghua pulled Zhang aside and whispered, "Chunniang, Ling'er went to Qingcheng as a young man, but we don't know which family's young man she was pretending to be. What if we reveal the truth, or it attracts those people to investigate us? Wouldn't that cause trouble for Ling'er?"
After thinking about it, Zhang felt that Yun Shenghua's words made sense. Seeing that this approach was not feasible, she couldn't help but stomp her feet and complain.
"That brat didn't even bother to write a letter back to explain the situation. I wonder if she's being held in Qingcheng or if something happened to her on the way. We can't let her go again next time."
Yun Shenghua quickly comforted Zhang Shi, "Don't worry, Ling'er is worldly-wise, how could she be in such a bad situation? Xia Niang said that the order is quite large, and their three carriages can't transport it all. Perhaps they will return by boat, which will take longer."
"On a boat? I dreamt that she was fighting with someone on a boat, and she even flew out of the water. What if she fell into the water and disappeared?"
Yun Shenghua hugged Zhang Shi and patted her back, saying, "Dreams are always the opposite of reality. Besides, we're traveling by boat, and there's a caravan protecting us. Why would we let a guest get involved in a fight?"
These words failed to convince Zhang, and tears streamed down her face. Yun Shenghua pursed his lips. Actually, this matter could be entrusted to the Lu Family Trading Company, as the Lu Family also has a branch in Qingcheng. However, this would mean owing them a favor again.
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