Fan Ruoruo was obviously shocked to receive Yamu's recognition. As the most sought-after talented woman in Kyoto, she also knew a little about martial arts masters.

After all, many fathers of Kyoto's ladies were promoted to higher positions thanks to their martial arts skills.

And masters of the ninth rank are extremely rare even in Kyoto...

Thinking of this, Fan Ruoruo immediately changed her opinion of Yamu.

"Brother, since you are an old friend from Danzhou, why are you standing here? It is better to invite Brother Mu Shi to the flower hall and let Ruoruo personally serve tea to you and Brother Shi!"

Fan Xian smiled and said, "No need. Brother Mu will be staying in the Fan Mansion for a while. I have already brought him to meet my father. Besides, given our friendship, there is no need to be so polite. Just treat him as if he were me!"

Treat him as a brother!

Fan Ruoruo was stunned again, and then she realized that the friendship between Yamu and her brother was not just a courtesy.

When Fan Ruoruo came to her senses, Fan Xian and Yamu had already walked past them.

"Sister, you saw this, this guy is so arrogant..."

Fan Sizhe looked at Fan Ruoruo's expression and was about to take the opportunity to discredit Fan Xian, but Fan Ruoruo raised her hand and patted him on the head.

"Ah..." Fan Sizhe covered his head and said aggrievedly, "Sister, why did you hit me? Wasn't what I said wrong?"

Fan Ruoruo said unhappily, "I've told you so many times that my brother is your elder brother, you should be more respectful to him. I know you and your aunt are worried that he will seize our family property, but this is ridiculous to me!"

"You have no idea what amazing talent my brother has hidden."

"There are great scholars in conversation and laughter, and there are no unlearned people among us. This is what my brother said in the letter. Now you see, one of my childhood friends is a martial arts genius who can cultivate to the ninth level."

"This ability to judge people... go learn it!"

After saying that, Fan Ruoruo glared at him, turned around and walked towards her boudoir.

At the corner of the corridor not far away, Yamu looked at Fan Xian with a strange expression.

"There are great scholars in conversation and laughter, and no unlearned people among them?"

"Hehe~" Fan Xian smiled awkwardly and said, "Excuse me, excuse me..."

…

…

The next morning, the Fan family's carriage moved steadily along the street.

In the carriage, Yamu sat opposite Fan Xian, looked at him and said, "You went to the Royal Courtyard last night and asked me to keep watch for you so that you could be affectionate in the princess's boudoir. But today, you are going to Liujing River to drink wine..."

"What do you mean by drinking flower wine?"

Fan Xian glared at Ya Mu and lowered his voice, "Didn't I tell you that it was the Second Prince who invited me to the banquet - and why did you insist on coming with me? Don't say you don't have the experience of seeing the thoughts of an ancient brothel."

"Really not."

Yamu glanced at him and said calmly, "Ruoruo invited me here."

Fan Xian was stunned for a moment when he heard this: "Ruoruo?"

He and Yamu are both time travelers from modern times. They have similar experiences and the same values. Their communication is like meeting two netizens, so they can become friends in just one day.

But what about Ruoruo?

Although this girl became a semi-awakened new-age woman under his influence, she is still a lady from a noble family at heart. How come she is so close to him that she would ask Yamu to help monitor her brother after just one night of chatting?

Fan Xian immediately became alert: "What did you talk about after dinner?"

Yamu looked at him strangely and said, "We didn't talk about anything. I just helped you fill in a few holes and told you the story of the two-part Legend of the Condor Heroes…"

Fan Xian remained alert and asked, "Anything else?"

Yamu shook his head: "No more... I think it was the story of The Legend of the Condor Heroes that made your suspicious sister finally believe that I was your childhood friend. Her trust in me should also be extended from you."

Fan Xian asked doubtfully, "Is that so?"

Yamu said unhappily, "What else?"

Fan Xian frowned and asked, "Then why did she ask you to monitor me?"

"..." Yamu looked outside the carriage and said calmly, "I'm not monitoring you, I'm protecting you."

Fan Xian rolled his eyes: "Come on, this is Kyoto, and I'm going to attend the Second Prince's banquet. Who would attack me at this time?"

"Brother Mu, don't worry, I'm very safe now!"

As he spoke, Fan Xian suddenly paused, and slyly moved closer to Yamu, whispering, "But then again, I think Ruoruo really has a good impression of you, so why don't we become closer relatives, and that would also make for a good story..."

Yamu turned his head abruptly and looked at Fan Xian in surprise.

"You want me to be your brother-in-law?"

"Yes!" Fan Xian nodded calmly and said with a smile, "I have lived for more than ten years in this life, and I have only raised a sister like this. Her views on love and marriage are close to those of modern people. If she really marries another man of this era, she will definitely not be happy, and I will be worried. But Brother Mu, you are different..."

Yamu quickly said: "No, I'm not interested in your sister."

Fan Xian smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. As for relationships, we can just get used to it slowly!"

As they were talking, the carriage had passed Wangchun Gate and arrived at Niulan Street.

Yamu knew the plot and stopped talking to Fan Xian. Instead, he raised his hand and opened the car curtain, with a hint of coldness flashing in his dark eyes.

Fan Xian followed his gaze and looked outside the car. When he saw the familiar Niulan Street, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Brother Mu, you may not know that it was here that I put a sack around Guo Baokun, the son of the Minister of Rites, and beat him up."

At this time, Yamu had already dispersed the Qi that isolated the sounds inside and outside.

The guard Teng Zijing, who was driving on the road, also heard Fan Xian's joke in the carriage.

He also laughed and explained, "There aren't many houses here. There are only some shops that fell into disrepair many years ago, so it got a nickname, the Bad Shop. On weekdays, whether it's day or night, there are few pedestrians. It's the perfect place to stop people on the street and beat them up!"

Yamu glanced at him through the gauze curtain and said calmly: "It's also the best place to commit murder!"

Teng Zijing was stunned for a moment, then frowned slightly and became alert.

After arriving in Kyoto, Fan Xian's father gave him a lot of guards. When traveling on weekdays, Fan Xian would not only bring Teng Zijing with him, but often also bring four or five guards of the fifth rank or above.

But today, for some reason, Fan Xian did not bring any guards with him and only brought himself as the driver.

"Mr. Mu is right. This place is also convenient for street assassination."

"It is unwise for Fan Xian to bring only me with him today..."

Teng Zijing thought so in his mind, and then he became very alert and vigilant to the situation around him.

"What are you talking about!"

Fan Xian smiled and was about to tease Yamu for worrying too much, when suddenly his nose twitched and he smelled a very faint sweet smell.

...It's bitter end alkali!

Fan Xian was suddenly shocked.

As far as he knew, bitternine was a highly toxic poison extracted from frogs, and the Western barbarians liked to smear it on their arrows.

The smell of bitternine indicated that the ambushing archers were very close to them, causing the smell of bitternine to drift into the carriage.

"Oh no, there's an ambush!"

Fan Xian immediately grabbed the front window and shouted, "Teng Zijing, turn around!"

Teng Zijing pulled the reins without hesitation, trying to make the horse turn around on the spot.

At this moment, there was a whistling sound of air suddenly coming from the sky.

Teng Zijing looked up and saw a huge stone millstone being thrown in from outside the alley, bringing with it a whistling gale and smashing heavily onto the top of the carriage.

Seeing this scene, Teng Zijing's eyes were red with anger. He turned around and rushed to the window without hesitation, shouting:

"Get off the carriage!"

"What car are you getting off..."

Yamu's faint voice came from the carriage.

Teng Zijing only felt a hand reaching out from the car window, pressing on his face and pushing him back to his original position.

Then the roof of the carriage shattered in an instant, and a figure jumped out of it and kicked the millstone.

In an instant, the terrifying force was transmitted to the huge stone millstone, and the surrounding air seemed to stagnate for a moment.

"Bang——"

The next moment, the air exploded and a strong wind blew up.

The huge stone millstone whizzed out like a cannonball at a terrifying speed that left an afterimage, instantly passing over the roof and smashing through two archers who had just appeared.

When the millstone whizzed down further away, the upper bodies of the two archers had disappeared.

Blood and flesh were scattered all over the ground, and the corpse, with only the lower half of its body remaining, was shaking and falling downwards.

At the same time, more archers emerged from the roofs on both sides, quickly drew their bows and shot arrows at the carriage.

“Swish, swish, swish—”

A dense rain of arrows came, Yamu landed on the top of the carriage, raised his head with cold eyes, and stared at the archers.

The next second, a surge of air burst out from his body, forming an air wave that burned on his body surface like flames, blowing all the whistling arrows into pieces and scattering them in all directions.

“Knock knock knock—”

Arrows fell on the streets, walls, and shops on both sides of Niulan Street.

But not a single arrow could break through the barrier of flames and hit a corner of the carriage.

"This...what kind of method is this!"

Teng Zijing stared at Yamu on top of the carriage with wide eyes, feeling extremely shocked.

At this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out from the carriage, grabbed his collar, and pulled him into the carriage behind.

Looking at Teng Zijing, whose clothes were disheveled and whose expression was still a little dazed, Fan Xian breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm glad you're okay!"

After saying this, Fan Xian smiled and said, "You scared me. I thought someone had sent a large army to surround and kill them, but it turns out there are only two or three kittens!"

“Old Teng, don’t panic, sit here with me and watch Brother Mu show off his power!”

As he spoke, Fan Xian looked up at Yamu and said loudly, "Brother Mu, I'll leave it to you. Is that ok?"

Yamu glanced at Fan Xian without replying. He just waved his hand and caught five or six arrows. Then he threw them back. The arrows instantly broke through the air and pierced the foreheads of several archers on the wall.

"Brother Mu is so awesome!"

Fan Xian clapped his hands vigorously and cheered loudly for Yamu. His handsome face, which looked like a girl's, was full of joy, without any embarrassment or panic as in the original plot.

Yamu ignored Fan Xian and just repeatedly took out arrows and threw them backhandedly.

In just ten seconds, the rain of arrows stopped completely, and all the archers were easily killed by Yamu on the wall.

“…That’s it?”

Noticing that the rain of arrows had stopped, Fan Xian immediately jumped onto the roof of the carriage, stood next to Yamu, and looked around with an extremely arrogant expression.

"Is there anyone else? Come out quickly!"

"With just these few people, you still want to assassinate me?"

"Don't you know that when Brother Mu and I join forces, we are invincible?"