Chapter 429 People from Daliang
But what's the use?
Lin Zhiqing kept moving, and the sound of the flute became clearer and higher-pitched.
Lu Huai seized the opportunity and, while the surrounding minions were briefly paused by the sound of the flute, he killed several of them with one sword.
The woman holding the umbrella frowned, and the umbrella touched the ground.
The umbrella opened again and began to spin at high speed.
As it rotated, many hidden weapons flew out of the umbrella.
Lin Zhiqing's pupils shrank and he stopped playing the flute.
Lu Huai embraced her and flew onto the roof.
The people who had just been briefly controlled by the flute sound regained their consciousness. Seeing the cold bodies of their companions around them, they rushed towards Lu Huai with gritted teeth.
Lu Huai stopped Lin Zhiqing behind him and raised his sword to stop anyone who wanted to come up.
Lin Zhiqing looked up and played the flute again without any hesitation.
Seeing this, the woman holding the umbrella tapped her toes, stepped on the body of the fallen person above, and flew towards Lu Huai.
She hooked the tip of Lu Huai's sword with her umbrella and thrust it back.
But the long sword was not picked up as imagined, but was tightly held in Lu Huai's hand.
Under the moonlight, Lu Huai's facial features were particularly three-dimensional.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes full of contempt:
"Jiang Liuyun's vision is getting worse."
A simple sentence, full of sarcasm.
The woman holding the umbrella laughed instead of getting angry: "You are quite interesting. You can withstand my attack."
"In that case, I'll meet you properly!"
Her eyes were like those of a poisonous snake, and Lu Huai was like a lamb to be slaughtered in her eyes.
She turned the umbrella handle, suddenly distanced herself from Lu Huai, and looked at Lin Zhiqing who was playing the flute.
Lu Huai and Lin Zhiqing occupied the high ground, and the moonlight stretched their shadows very long.
The two men cooperated very well, and soon, all the black-clad men who were densely packed just now were killed, leaving only seven or eight.
If these two were separated, their chances of success would obviously be greater.
Thinking of this, the woman holding the umbrella turned over to Lu Huai's side without hesitation, then jumped up with the power of the umbrella and grabbed Lin Zhiqing's shoulders.
Lu Huai sensed something was wrong. After killing the person in front of him, he quickly bent down and attacked the lower body of the woman holding the umbrella.
Feeling the murderous intent, the woman with the umbrella gave up her attempt to capture Lin Zhiqing, took a step back, and retreated to the roof of another floor.
She sat down on the roof, resting her chin lightly.
The clothes, which were already few in number, were blown up by the wind, giving them a unique charm.
Lu Huai just glanced at them lightly, then mercilessly killed the last one.
Lin Zhiqing's flute music also stopped with his movement.
Lu Huai glanced at the blood on the sword and frowned slightly:
"The flute sound is useless to her!"
This "she" is of course referring to the woman holding an umbrella.
Lin Zhiqing also realized this, so he didn't continue to waste his energy.
The two sides, one still and one moving, have formed a standoff.
Lu Huai stepped forward with his sword, but felt a warm touch on his hand.
His hand was held down by Lin Zhiqing, so he stopped obediently.
Lin Zhiqing took a step forward and said:
"Where are you from?"
"What a joke! Dasheng is such a big city, and you're still asking about my background?" The woman holding the umbrella spoke calmly.
She had already seen that the combination of these two people would cause a huge headache.
They couldn't escape and she couldn't kill them, but it was okay to talk to them and delay some time.
"You are not from Dasheng!" Lin Zhiqing's tone was very firm.
But only Lu Huai, who knew her well, knew that the reason she said this was actually a test.
The woman holding the umbrella remained calm and deliberately created the illusion of a blank expression:
"That's funny, little sister. So what if you know where I come from? Can you send the young man next to you directly to my house?"
Although she was trying to control her expression when she said this, Lin Zhiqing still caught sight of her slightly trembling eyelashes and her gradually tightening nasal muscles.
This means that she is on guard at this moment and resists Lin Zhiqing's temptation.
She is definitely not from Dasheng.
In addition, Lin Zhiqing also judged that this group of people should know him and Lu Huai very well.
Not only did he know the function of her jade flute, but he also knew how to control his expression in front of her.
Lin Zhiqing didn't believe that Jiang Liuyun had not given any specific instructions or training.
"Are you from Daliang?" she asked.
This is a guess.
Judging from the woman's appearance and accent alone, Lin Zhiqing could neither see nor hear any major flaws.
But she remembered very clearly that when Lu Huai told her that the Zhenyuan Marquisate and the Minister of War had embezzled grain and grass from the border areas, he had mentioned that the Zhenyuan Marquisate might have had some dealings with people from Daliang.
Coupled with the strange sounds and poisonous insects at the other end of the flower field, as well as the woman's bold dress, Daliang was the first person that appeared in Lin Zhiqing's mind.
She deliberately said it directly in order to observe the reaction on the face of the woman holding the umbrella, so as to judge whether her statement was correct or not.
The woman holding the umbrella replied a little slower this time than before.
She raised her eyelids and found Lin Zhiqing staring at her motionlessly. She raised her hand to cover up and yawned:
"Boring, you talk too much, no wonder everyone dislikes you."
She didn't comment and changed the subject.
Although he did not answer, in Lin Zhiqing's eyes, this behavior was no different from direct admission.
She said no more and quickly turned to look at Lu Huai: "It's someone from Daliang."
After saying that, he took a step back and returned to Lu Huai's back.
Hearing her words, the woman holding the umbrella frowned: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"If you have the guts, come out and fight me. What's the point of always hiding behind men?"
An extremely low-level method of provoking others.
Lin Zhiqing is not an impulsive person, and he knows that staying behind Lu Huai is the best thing to do at this time.
Rushing out to show off your strength is no different from giving away your head.
Lu Huai raised his sword and pointed it at the woman holding the umbrella, his murderous intent evident.
The woman holding the umbrella slowly stood up.
Her identity was exposed, and the frivolous look on her face disappeared:
"Everyone says that Lu Zhen's son, Lu Huai, is weak and a bookworm. Now it seems that these rumors are unfounded."
"I wonder if the court knows that Master Lu is both a scholar and a warrior, and yet he still sides with the Lin family?"
After saying that, she opened the umbrella again.
Under the night sky, her figure was graceful, but the place was filled with a solemn atmosphere.
"I guess the court must be more curious about why people from Daliang would appear so brazenly in Shengjing City." Lin Zhiqing frowned.
"Or, why would people from Daliang collude with the Zhenyuan Marquisate to help the Jiang family?"
Although both are threats, it is obvious that Lin Zhiqing's threat is more effective.
The woman holding the umbrella rested the handle on her shoulder, her lips as red as if dripping blood:
"In that case, today... let's see who can survive and tell the court those things!"
As these words dissipated in the wind, the woman holding the umbrella was no longer there in the blink of an eye.
"Be careful!" Lu Huai had just opened his mouth when Lin Zhiqing had already put the flute to his lips.
The next moment, the woman holding an umbrella appeared in front of Lin Zhiqing like a ghost.
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