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Qin Sang was momentarily stunned when a handkerchief was thrown at her head. She instinctively closed her eyes, but before she could react, a sharp pain shot through her vital points, and then her whole body stiffened.
She felt as if she was being lifted up horizontally. The person was thin and bony, and the touch was cold. There was also an undeniable bitter fragrance about him, like tea or bamboo leaves.
She could hear the whistling wind in her ears, and she could feel herself being carried and flying with light-footed skills. Out of the corner of her eye, she could also see the dark bushes.
The handkerchief was lifted by a corner in the wind, revealing a thin chin and a pair of cold, indifferent lips that turned downwards. However, there was a small cupid's bow in the middle of the upper lip, which added a touch of cuteness and sexiness to the cold indifference.
They moved swiftly, parting the flowers and brushing against the willows.
A moment later, they entered a pavilion. The man quickly untied her scrotum, gently touched it, and flew away.
A faint whisper lingered in the air—"Fool."
Qin Sang thought to herself, "Which kind person saved me and then called me an idiot?"
She pulled off the handkerchief; it was just an ordinary handkerchief, without any embroidery.
At this moment, Xie Sui'an had already stormed to the gate of Linlang Pavilion alone. He knew martial arts, and the ordinary guards of Linlang Pavilion were no match for him. Holding a folding fan, he easily broke into the backyard and stood in the courtyard, shouting: "You idiot surnamed Wu, how dare you touch your grandfather's people, get out here!"
The guards in the front and back yards were on high alert, holding their swords.
Wu You emerged from the side room disheveled, carrying a knife. Seeing that there was only one person there, he looked around in disbelief and, sure enough, it was just him!
He angrily kicked the nearest servant to the ground, yelling, "Useless trash! What's the point of keeping you around? You can't even stop him by yourself!" After berating the servant, he turned to Xie Suian, "Where did this arrogant brat come from, daring to trespass into my Linlang Pavilion? He wants to die..."
Before he could finish speaking, Xie Sui'an had already approached him like a whirlwind, grabbed Wu Xiao Gongzi by the collar, gritted his teeth and suppressed the urge to punch him to death, and asked, "Where is he?"
Xie Sui'an was so angry at the sight of the disheveled man in front of him that he lost all reason. He could not imagine what had just happened, nor did he dare to think about it.
Xie Sui'an was too fast; the servants didn't even have time to react before their young master was captured. They hurriedly took a few steps closer, but dared not move.
One of them was smart enough to know that if Wu You were to die, all the servants and guards in the courtyard would be doomed. He quickly swallowed and said, "Young master, please have mercy! He's in that room over there!"
Xie Sui'an glanced at the man's finger, then grabbed Wu You and dashed away like a whirlwind.
There was a woman crying in the room. Xie Sui'an felt a chill run through his body in that instant. A strange thought flashed through his mind—even if she had lost her virginity, he would still make sure she had a peaceful life and wouldn't be bullied by anyone else.
Thinking this, he saw the face of the person lying on the couch in the room and was stunned. It wasn't Qin Sang?
At that moment, Wu You quietly slipped out of his grasp, rushed outside, and shouted, "Take him down! Dead or alive!"
The guards surrounded the room completely. Xie Sui'an was still in a daze, wondering "Where did Qin Sang go?" He began to recall whether the old woman who had given him directions had lied to him, and whether he had fallen for a diversionary tactic. Dozens of long knives were already rushing towards him.
Having been sent to the army at a young age and trained through countless battles, Young Master Xie was quite adept at handling such situations, having experienced fighting ten men at once countless times. However, these men were not timid soldiers; they were all aiming to kill him, and he inevitably suffered some minor injuries at times due to his carelessness.
Thinking of Qin Sang's predicament, he became anxious and murderous. After cutting down several people, he coldly shouted, "Those who block my way shall die!"
Among the guards were some strong-willed individuals who, upon hearing this, seemed to be provoked. Their eyes turned bloodshot as they roared and swung their swords...
***
Qin Sang found herself in an unfamiliar courtyard pavilion. She looked around and thought that since the person was willing to save her, he must have placed her closest to the exit. But she couldn't leave yet; she still needed to find Ying'er.
At this moment, a commotion arose from all directions of the courtyard, as if many people were coming out of various houses and courtyards because something big had happened somewhere and everyone was rushing to provide reinforcements.
"Who dares to trespass into the Linglang Pavilion? Are they courting death?"
"Who knows? Maybe the young master forcibly took another woman from a family, and they came looking for him."
"Is there any way out? There are so many experts in the Linglang Pavilion, and recently some important figures have moved in..."
"I heard that the person who came was also a master. Consul Zhang was injured, which is why he urgently called for backup."
"What? Even Consul Zhang couldn't beat him? That's strange. Go and see who this guy is, acting so arrogantly."
"..."
Qin Sang overheard a bit and decided to go see what the commotion was about.
She moved with light steps, feigning panic as a maid, trailing at the rear of the group heading to reinforce. The torches ahead grew brighter, indicating a bustling place. The clanging of swords could be heard, and judging from the speed of the clashing blades, the newcomer was indeed a master.
Judging from experience with storybooks, fighting against ten opponents is never a good outcome, unless the person has the protagonist's halo, then it might be worth watching.
Qin Sang followed the crowd to the courtyard. She stopped by the latticed window and peered inside.
Sure enough, a white-clad swordsman was seen wielding a knife in one hand and a fan in the other, leaping and tumbling amidst the attacks of dozens of people. He moved nimbly, sometimes stepping on the hilts of the men's knives to fly up, and sometimes sweeping across the ground with ease, yet he could not break free for the time being.
Qin Sang had not seen such a wonderful fight scene in a long time and could hardly help but applaud.
She thought to herself: This young man in white looks young, but his martial arts skills are quite good. He has a flexible and strong waist, long and powerful arms, and his moves are fast and accurate. He has excellent hearing and quick reflexes. And he's... quite handsome. I feel like I've seen him somewhere before...
Oh? Thank you for your kind greetings?
After taking a few more glances and seeing who it was, Qin Sang was extremely surprised. She never expected that this seemingly ignorant and good-for-nothing peacock who only knew how to talk all day would actually be a person of real talent and learning.
That move, "Dragon Tail Swing," was incredibly skillful; it's clearly a move from a novice to a child. His waist was practically bent in half!
Just as Qin Sang was engrossed in watching, she saw Wu You, a pale-faced man standing under the eaves, angrily holding a crossbow. He fired several arrows at the center of the field, but failed to hit Xie Sui'an. Instead, he shot his own guards, who screamed in alarm.
But fearing that this fool might accidentally injure Xie Sui'an, she stepped forward and shouted, "You idiot, do you even know how to use a crossbow!"
She shouted to distract Wu You, but Xie Sui'an was also affected and was slashed on the leg for a moment.
Qin Sang naturally saw it, and angrily put her hands on her hips and yelled, "Seriously, they're coming again!"
Xie Sui'an seemed to laugh and curse something, but Qin Sang didn't hear it. However, she saw that the man's knife moved even faster, like a chef twirling a knife in a kitchen, and it was so fast that it left afterimages.
Qin Sang looked at him and thought to himself: My God, this kid is a talent. If we can recruit him to the Heavenly Court to be a heavenly soldier or general, he will definitely be a master at subduing demons and monsters.
Unfortunately, not just anyone can be recruited into the Heavenly Court. Everyone in the three thousand mortal realms has their own destiny and is a cog in the machine that maintains order in the lower realm. You can't just remove any cog you want.
Wu You was already furious with Xie Sui'an, who had suddenly barged in and was wreaking havoc. When he saw Qin Sang running out and gesturing wildly, he was so angry that he shouted and turned his crossbow to shoot at Qin Sang.
Just as Qin Sang was about to dodge, a pitch-black object flew past her from about three inches away.
? ? ?
She glanced sideways at the arrow shaft stuck in the flowerbed, a lingering fear in her eyes, and smiled: "Who taught you archery?!"
Xie Sui'an felt a chill run down his spine. He was willing to risk a knife to his back to break free of the encirclement. He rushed to Qin Sang's side, yelled "Are you stupid?", grabbed her around the waist, and started running.
Qin Sang was once again carried away using her light-footed skills. First, she was carried horizontally, and now she was being hugged around the waist. She finally felt a little embarrassed and blushed. Why was everyone trying to take advantage of her sister's predicament today?
But she had no time to feel sentimental. She just looked back with concern and saw that the young master of the Wu family had already drawn his bow and aimed at the two of them again. With a whoosh, the arrow flew away again, just three or five inches away from him.
She finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Xie Sui'an carried her up the wall, then jumped down the eaves layer by layer, finally landing safely outside the high wall of Linlang Pavilion.
Xie Suian stumbled slightly, but pulled Qin Sang along and continued running.
Noticing the blood dripping down her path, Qin Sang said, "You're leaving clues by running like this. Take care of your wounds first!"
Xie Sui'an said irritably, "Should I stop and wait to be caught and taken back to fight another hundred rounds? I'm out of energy!"
Qin Sang said, "I do!"
What do you have?
"I have strength!"
"..."
Xie Sui'an felt like he was about to die of anger, but Qin Sang grabbed him forcefully. She used some clever trick to force him to stop.
The girl squatted down silently, tore a strip of cloth from the hem of his clothes, and then haphazardly wrapped it around the wound on his leg, tying it into a bow.
Xie Sui'an was stunned for a moment, then saw the bow on his leg and said angrily, "What kind of womanly thing are you putting on me?!"
Qin Sang wiped the blood off her hands on the hem of his clothes, stood up, and pulled him forward to continue running: "Speaking of which, you're quite skilled, but where's your little guard? He's pretty good too, so why are you alone?"
"...@#E...……&" Xie Sui'an had a hundred curses in his mind, but he didn't know what to say first.
Then footsteps came from behind: "Quick, chase after them, they're over there!"
Qin Sang, with her sharp eyes, dragged the person into the narrow alley and spotted a dilapidated, half-open wooden door nearby. She led the person inside and quickly blocked the door.
Once inside, I discovered there were already people there.
Inside the dilapidated house, something black seemed to be slowly wriggling. Qin Sang, who was not afraid of ghosts or gods, was naturally not afraid. The stench that she smelled made her immediately think – she had accidentally stumbled into a beggar's den!
These dilapidated, uninhabited houses in the city are a good place for homeless people and beggars. If no one drives them away, these are their best places to live.
Xie Sui'an lowered his head and smelled the delicate scent of soapberry emanating from Qin Sang's hair, mixed with her unique tea and cosmetic fragrance—a familiar scent that soothed his heart. He quietly moved closer and whispered, "What's that?"
His voice was deep and composed, unlike anything he had ever heard before.
Qin Sang looked up at him, and then out of the corner of her eye, she saw more dark figures crawling up from various corners of the room. They moved slowly, like ghosts in the darkness.
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