Chapter 187 A Trial
As soon as Dong Dalong shouted this, four or five thieves came towards Zhu Lan.
Zhu Lan protected A Jiang and Zhu Qingyan as they retreated, while quickly formulating a plan to escape in his mind.
"careful!"
Seeing a man suddenly rushing towards Zhu Qingyan, Zhu Lan pulled her away and raised his hand at the same time, white lime powder mixed with chili powder went directly towards the man.
The man fell to the ground, covering his face and screaming.
"Be careful, that woman has something in her hand!"
Zhu Lan knew that this trick could only be used once. As long as the opponent was on guard, he would not be able to succeed easily next time.
Murong Jing was entangled by more than a dozen people and could not get away to take care of this side.
Zhu Lan gritted his teeth and said, "I'll find a way to lure them away. You take A Jiang and run first!"
Before Zhu Qingyan could say anything, he saw a man holding a knife approaching Zhu Lan from behind.
Zhu Lan turned around abruptly upon hearing the noise, but it was too late to dodge, so his first reaction was to protect A Jiang. At this moment, he saw a flash of silver light, and then the man who rushed towards him screamed "Ahhh" and threw away the knife in his hand.
Zhu Qingyan had pulled out the Wenliu from her waist at some point, but the situation was too critical and she had no time to think about any rules. She swung the sword around in panic.
The soft sword was as thin as a cicada's wing, and it cut through hair instantly. In an instant, it cut more than a dozen bloody wounds on the man's arm!
Zhu Qingyan's hands were shaking so much that she could hardly hold the sword. She was gasping for breath and looked panicked.
The bandits didn't expect that she was carrying a weapon, and for a moment they didn't dare to rush forward, which gave Zhu Qingyan a chance to calm down.
Zhu Lan didn't expect that Zhu Qingyan actually had this skill. No wonder Murong Jing dared to let her protect A Jiang and herself.
"Thank you." Zhu Lan nodded to her.
Hearing Zhu Lan say these two words, Zhu Qingyan felt a surge of courage rising in her heart again, which made her gradually calm down. The moves that Murong Jing taught her on a daily basis also slowly emerged before her eyes.
"Just a few girls, what's there to be afraid of? Come on, brothers!"
Someone shouted, and several bandits rushed forward, looking ferocious as if they were going to eat them alive.
Zhu Qingyan subconsciously took a half step back. If it was a one-on-one fight, she might be able to do it, but if the other party attacked together, she had no practical experience and had no confidence at all.
Zhu Lan's voice came from the side, "I'll help you!"
She looked at the wind direction and raised a handful of lime powder again. When the bandits saw her movement, they immediately raised their sleeves to cover their faces.
Zhu Qingyan seized the opportunity and swung his soft sword, directly wrapping around the long sword in the hand of the person closest to him. The sword climbed up like a vine and wrapped around the opponent's forearm.
She pulled out the soft sword again, and the man's arm was immediately covered in blood, and the weapon fell to the ground.
Zhu Qingyan followed the same method and took away the knives from the hands of three people. He felt that he was becoming more and more proficient in using this trick.
After all, she was still a little timid in her heart and dared not kill anyone, so she could only use this method to make the other person temporarily lose the ability to move.
There was one last bandit left in front of him. He was a one-eyed man holding two sledgehammers. He was obviously more powerful than the others.
He had already seen through Zhu Qingyan's moves, and swung the sledgehammer in his hand with great force. When he engaged Zhu Qingyan in close combat, he did not give the soft sword any chance to entangle him.
The soft sword is flexible, but it lacks strength after all. The opponent is very strong, and Zhu Qingyan is soon caught in a dilemma and is defeated.
"His center of gravity is unstable, attack his lower body."
A familiar voice rang in his ears, and Zhu Qingyan subconsciously swung the soft sword towards the opponent's legs. The man dodged, and the movement of his hand immediately revealed a flaw.
"Now, attack his eyes."
Zhu Qingyan moved immediately, stepped forward, and quickly attacked the man's face with his left hand. The man was holding a sledgehammer and could not defend himself. In desperation, he had to throw away the sledgehammer and used his hands to block Zhu Qingyan's moves.
This time, Zhu Qingyan didn't need anyone to remind him. He stepped back and at the same time, the soft sword flew forward again and directly wrapped around the man's hand.
A hideous look of fear suddenly appeared on the other person's face.
This time the soft sword was wrapped very tightly. As long as Zhu Qingyan pulled with all his strength, he could cut off his entire palm!
Zhu Qingyan suddenly felt a little hesitant to take action.
Just as she hesitated, the sledgehammer in the opponent's other hand came whistling towards her. His face was ferocious, and he looked like he was determined to die together!
Zhu Qingyan felt that the wind created by the hammer had already blown her face. It was too late for her to dodge, and her wide-open eyes revealed despair and fear.
The next moment, she watched the iron hammer stop just inches in front of her, but it could not move forward any further because a long black whip was tightly wrapped around the hammer handle.
Then the hammer flew out and fell into the woods nearby, just like a piece of discarded scrap metal.
Zhu Qingyan came back to his senses from the extremely thrilling scene, and then he realized that he and four other people were the only ones standing on the entire road.
Be it the bandits who had stopped the car earlier, or their helpers who came later, they were all lying on the ground at this time, either covering their arms or holding their legs and screaming.
Murong Jing had been standing aside, watching her leisurely, and was even in the mood to give her some pointers.
"Young Master, you did a good job, but you are too soft-hearted, just like my thirteenth disciple."
Murong Jing walked towards her with her arms folded and a smile on her face.
"Ah Jing..."
The tense string in his heart suddenly loosened, and the feelings of grievance and fear surged out, and Zhu Qingyan just felt weak all over.
She dropped the sword in her hand and threw herself into Murong Jing's arms, wiping her tears and snot.
After knowing each other for so long, even Zhu Lan saw Zhu Qingyan crying like this for the first time.
"Why are you just watching... and not helping me... You scared me to death..."
Zhu Qingyan was crying so hard that she was gasping for breath, and her words were all "waaaaa", and Murong Jing could barely make out a few words.
"With me here, there's nothing to be afraid of a few little thieves. Okay, okay." Murong Jing held back her laughter and patted her back to comfort her.
"Sister Qingyan, it's okay. Look, A Jiang didn't even cry." Little A Jiang stood on tiptoe and stretched out his little hands to wipe Zhu Qingyan's tears.
Several people looked back at the carriage that had been half burnt. Zhu Lan suddenly remembered that he still had the copy of "Collected Annotations of Various Philosophers" that he had given to Zhu Qingyan, and hurried back to look for it.
Fortunately, when A Jiang was pulled out of the car, the bag fell to the ground and was not burned.
Zhu Lan opened the bundle and saw the book. A mask also fell out, with a green face and fangs, which was very scary.
Zhu Lan said "Eh", but Murong Jing had already picked it up before her, "Don't be afraid, this is mine."
She wiped the ghost mask with her sleeve, and suddenly heard Dong Dalong on the ground exclaim:
"County... Princess!?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com