Chapter 742 Doting Brother (Second Update)
The night was deep and dark.
In the bamboo grove of the Imperial Preceptor's Hall, a small bamboo house is lit by a dim oil lamp.
The Grand Preceptor knelt on a cushion.
"Master..." Yu He had just lifted the curtain to report to the Grand Preceptor on the progress of the search for the little princess. There were still no results from Senior Brother Ye Qing's side. He wondered if they should send more people.
The words were on the tip of his tongue when he saw the Grand Preceptor sitting motionless at his small desk, and he suddenly swallowed them back down.
There were three teacups on the table.
One in front of the Grand Preceptor, one in the seat next to the Grand Preceptor, and one opposite the Grand Preceptor.
Is Master waiting for some friend?
My master has no friends.
He had been in the Imperial Preceptor's Hall for ten years and had never seen his master interact closely with anyone, except for Old Master Meng, with whom he would exchange chess skills.
However, the master's relationship with Mr. Meng was limited to playing chess.
The placement of the teacups is also strange; why is someone sitting next to the master?
Shouldn't they all be placed on the opposite side?
This wasn't the first time Yu He had witnessed this scene; he had never understood what his master was doing.
He asked his senior brother Ye Qing in private, and his senior brother simply told him not to ask too many questions and not to disturb their master at this time.
Yu He carefully lowered the curtain and silently withdrew.
Yu He paused, thinking of her master sitting there, whether waiting or reminiscing.
My master has two very important friends.
Yu He thought to herself.
...
In the woods, Qi Xuan was completely bewildered by the stab wound.
Where are the numbers one, two, and three? Did you eat the two and three?
Young people lack martial ethics!
Qi Xuan had lived for over thirty years and had never seen such a treacherous and cunning person. No amount of low-class tricks could compare to this ruthlessness.
Qi Xuan was so shocked that his instincts were momentarily stunned.
He stared blankly at Gu Jiao.
Gu Jiao looked at him innocently and twisted the red-tasseled spear into the flesh of his thigh!
Holy crap!
Qi Xuan was in so much pain that the hairs on his body stood on end, and his facial features almost disappeared from his face!
You should just stab me, why are you still spinning around!
You think you're mincing meat?!
Qi Xuan finally came to his senses and struck Gu Jiao with a palm.
Gu Jiao had anticipated his move. She kicked his palm, using the force of his kick to propel herself forward, and the red-tasseled spear was also pulled out.
Qi Xuan's thigh gushed blood like a fountain!
I've never seen such an infuriating person!
Qi Xuan gritted his teeth and pressed the large acupoint on his leg, sealing off the gushing blood.
He quickly tore off a piece of his clothing and wrapped it around his wound.
His series of movements were fluid and graceful, showing that he had suffered many injuries while practicing martial arts.
No one is born a master. Talent is certainly important, but without rigorous training and practice, it is impossible to reach a level that ordinary people cannot reach.
Gu Jiao steadied herself about ten steps away from Qi Xuan.
The red-tasseled spear is truly a wonderful weapon; it can be used for both offense and defense, open and covert struggles, and even a sneak attack when necessary won't be too difficult to reach.
Gu Jiao looked at Qi Xuan provocatively: "You promised to give me three moves, why are you going back on your word?"
Qi Xuan angrily retorted, "You said you'd start counting to three!"
Gu Jiao said, "I didn't say I would count them all verbally. I counted the twos and threes in my mind."
Qi Xuan's lips twitched: "..."
Qi Xuan decided not to waste any more words with Gu Jiao, otherwise he would be so angry that he would die before he even started fighting.
Qi Xuan made his move immediately.
However, as soon as Qi Xuan raised his hand, he sensed something was wrong.
What's going on?
Why can't he use his arm?
Qi Xuan glared fiercely at Gu Jiao: "You brat! What did you do to me!"
"It's nothing, I just put something on the gun tip." Gu Jiao had already noticed someone in the woods, and her intuition told her that it was a very skilled expert, so she tampered with the gun tip.
She did it very discreetly; even Mu Qingchen and the guards around her thought she was just cleaning her gun.
Qi Xuan sensed the internal energy within his body; it was terrible, he could barely feel it: "What exactly is this thing?"
Gu Jiao said, "Neurotoxin."
Qi Xuan asked, puzzled, "What kind of poison?"
Gu Jiao shrugged: "Never mind if you don't understand."
Damn it, he's a member of the Tang Clan, and there are poisons in the world he's never even heard of!
Gu Jiao gave Qi Xuan no chance to catch his breath, and with a backhand grip on the red-tasseled spear, she charged towards him.
Take advantage of your weakness to kill you!
The amount of neurotoxin is small; she needs to seize the opportunity.
Just as Gu Jiao approached Qi Xuan, a member of the Han family's elite guard suddenly rushed out of the woods!
The assassin took a bullet for Qi Xuan.
Mu Qingchen handed Xiao Jingkong to the guards beside him. The guards, one in each hand, looked at their young master with a bewildered expression.
"Leave him to me." Mu Qingchen forced the assassin back several steps with a single sword strike.
Gu Jiao made another move against Qi Xuan.
Qi Xuan grabbed Gu Jiao's red-tasseled spear, used all his remaining internal strength to snatch it away, and threw it violently into the depths of the forest.
The red-tasseled spear wasn't heavy, so he could still throw it.
If it were Xuan Yuanli's divine weapon, he probably wouldn't even be able to lift it.
As expected of Qi Xuan from the Tang Clan, he can still fight even in this condition!
Gu Jiao clenched her fist and punched Qi Xuan in the face!
Qi Xuan was knocked to the side by the impact, and a tooth flew out.
Gu Jiao raised her leg again and kicked him into the air!
She leaped onto a tree branch, and as Qi Xuan fell from mid-air, she soared up and stomped down hard on Qi Xuan's dantian!
Qi Xuan crashed to the ground with great speed, creating a large crater.
Gu Jiao grabbed a tree branch with one hand and leaped down beside the pit.
Gu Jiao raised her foot again and stomped mercilessly on Qi Xuan's head!
Unexpectedly, a hand with distinct knuckles grabbed her foot.
Beneath the dust, Qi Xuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and gave a cold smile: "It's time to end this."
Gu Jiao instantly sensed Qi Xuan's immense and vast internal energy.
It only paralyzed him for such a short while.
Gu Jiao pulled her foot away.
I can't pull it out.
Qi Xuan exuded murderous intent and said, enunciating each word clearly, "I said, it's time to end this."
As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed Gu Jiao's ankle and bent it downwards.
You crippled Han Ye's Achilles tendon, fine, I'll break one of your legs as interest!
With a loud bang, Qi Xuan was blasted away by a sword aura as fast as lightning!
He lightly touched the ground with his toes and steadied himself on the branch.
That familiar sword energy is—
He looked closely.
Under the moonlight, Gu Changqing held a cold, gleaming longsword, standing in front of Gu Jiao like a ruthless Yama.
What powerful sword energy!
Qi Xuan narrowed his eyes, looked at Gu Changqing, then at the hundred-foot-deep ravine on the ground carved by the sword energy, and clenched his fist imperceptibly.
Why is it this person again?
He was the one who severed Han Ye's Achilles tendon last time!
hateful.
Unfortunately, the remaining poison in his body hadn't been cleared, and he was also injured by that kid's sneak attack.
He coldly snorted: "I'll let you go today, but the next time we meet will be your death day!"
He used his light-footed skill to leave.
Gu Changqing did not pursue.
My sister is more important than my enemy.
Gu Changqing turned around and asked Gu Jiao, "Are you hurt?"
"No." Gu Jiao shook her head.
Gu Changqing was still worried, so he handed the long sword to Gu Jiao and let her hold it. He then knelt down on one knee, lifted his sister's foot, and squeezed it to make sure there was no swelling or fracture before he was finally relieved.
On the other side, Mu Qingchen also finished her battle.
He wasn't used to killing, so he knocked the assassin unconscious.
He walked over, and Gu Jiao raised her dirty, bare hand and wiped Gu Changqing's face.
My sister's face was covered in smeared graffiti...
Okay, I'm not washing my face today.
Mu Qingchen glanced at the two of them and first asked about Gu Jiao's condition: "Are you alright?"
"It's nothing," Gu Jiao said.
Mu Qingchen then looked at Gu Changqing: "He is..."
"I don't know him."
"Fellow townsman".
Gu Jiao and Gu Changqing spoke in unison.
"Fellow townsman".
"I don't know him."
Gu Jiao and Gu Changqing spoke in unison once again.
Mu Qingchen: "..."
Do I look like someone who's easy to fool?
Mu Qingchen snorted indifferently, "If it's inconvenient to say, then don't say it. I don't necessarily need to know."
"Oh." Gu Jiao decisively stopped talking.
Mu Qingchen: "..."
Gu Changqing's arrival made Gu Jiao feel much more relaxed.
They then encountered several more waves of assassins and guards, all of whom were dealt with by Gu Changqing alone.
Gu Changqing's entire routine consisted of fighting, feeding his younger sister, and holding Xiao Jingkong.
Gu Jiao ate, ate, ate the whole time.
Gu Jiao finished the last piece of jerky and let out a satisfied burp: "We're almost out of the forest. There shouldn't be any more formidable opponents, right?"
Mu Qingchen pondered for a moment: "There's another one, who might be even more troublesome than Qi Xuan."
Gu Jiao: "Who?"
Mu Qingchen said with a solemn expression, "Master Qingfeng of the Feng family is a true martial arts prodigy. He is only twenty-six years old this year, but his internal strength is much deeper than Qi Xuan's. If we encounter him, we will only have the option of obediently taking a beating."
Somewhere in the forest.
Feng Wuxiu squatted on the ground, drawing circles, looking utterly hopeless: "Brother, are you sure you didn't go to the wrong place?"
Master Qingfeng nodded: "Yes."
“But we’ve already circled around seven times!” Feng Wuxiu looked up and pointed to an old locust tree beside him. “I make a mark here every time I come! We’ve already made seven marks!”
Master Qingfeng stood in mid-air under the moonlight, exuding an air of otherworldly grace and ethereal beauty.
He held a hand-drawn sheepskin map between his slender fingers, carefully examining it, and said confidently, "This is how you get here. I've been to this forest before, and I've even walked out of it."
Feng Wuxiu asked, "How long did it take you to walk out last time?"
"Not long," Master Qingfeng said, "about a month."
Feng Wuxiu: "...!!"
Feng Wuxiu clenched his fists, his teeth chattering with rage!
He stood up abruptly, roaring like a lion: "So that's why it took you three years to get home after coming down the mountain!"
It's almost the end of the month, don't waste your monthly pass!
(End of this chapter)
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