"Who are you? How dare you stand in my way?"
Gui Cangwu licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the person in front of him with a sinister and cold look in his eyes.
"Fu Bingyan has to be humble in front of me, how can you be worthy of knowing my name?"
The next moment, Gui Cangwu felt his throat suddenly tighten and his breathing became rapid.
Gui Cangwu looked in horror at the heroic young man in front of him who was dressed in black, with a golden ribbon around his waist, his black hair tied up high, and holding a sword in one hand. He was looking at him with a smile on his face, his lips slightly raised.
"You...you...are...my...uncle...grandfather!"
Gui Cangwu, whose neck was being strangled, spoke with great difficulty.
"snort!"
"That's good to know!"
Zuo An withdrew his hand from Gui Cangwu's neck and kicked him to the ground.
As the shackles on his neck were loosened, Gui Cangwu began to breathe deeply.
"Ghost...Ghost Cangwu...Bye...Bye to my uncle-master!"
Gui Cangwu then struggled to get up from the ground and saluted towards Zuo'an.
Now he finally understood why the sect disciples who had gone to Huaqiao Village earlier kept silent about the identity of the people who beat them even though they were beaten to a pulp. It turned out to be the evil spirit, the Young Sect Master!
“Pah pah pah!”
As Zuo An withdrew his hand, Gui Cangwu suddenly felt a burning pain on his face. The opponent's attack was so fast that he didn't even have time to react.
"I'm protecting someone, so it's not your turn to run wild!"
"Listen up to me, you brat! Whether it's Ye Maochun or Hua Rongsheng, if they get hurt even a little bit, I'll blame you for it!"
Ye Maochun's sneaking out of town today had also given Zuo An a heads-up. He was still busy making bullets for Hua Qingcheng's pistol, and didn't have the time to keep tabs on Hua's mother and father. Rather than having his disciples from the Junzi Sect work for Hua Qingcheng at a loss, it would be better to find someone to take over the bodyguard duties. This would save time and free up manpower, which seemed like a good idea...
"You...take care of yourself!"
After making the harsh words, Zuo An immediately used his lightness skills to head towards Huaqiao Village.
When Zuo An returned to the room next to the laboratory in the backyard of Hua's house, he sat down at the desk and took out a small notebook from his arms.
Then he picked up a charcoal pencil and wrote a sentence in a flamboyant manner on the notebook: On the ninth day of the ninth month, in the dense forest leading from Huaqiao Village to Baishui Town, he helped Hua Qingcheng fight off Gui Cangwu, the eldest disciple of the Ghost Sect who was plotting against Ye Maochun.
After Zuo An finished recording, he picked up the abacus beside him. He held the small notebook with his left hand while fiddling with the abacus quickly with his right hand, calculating how much Hua Qingcheng's reward would be in silver, and how much he would have paid for her.
However, even if Zuo An was as smart as he was, even if he calculated the cost of his efforts again and again, the accounts still didn't add up.
Feeling upset, Zuo An had no choice but to close the small notebook and put it back into his arms. The words "account book" were clearly written on the cover of the small notebook.
The woman seemed to owe him more and more. If this continued, he would probably lose a lot of money! Zuo An now only hoped that Hua Qingcheng would come back soon so that he could settle the debt with him first...
Hua Qingcheng, who was being thought of by Zuo An and had no idea that she was already heavily in debt, finished practicing calligraphy in Feng Lingyan's room, and after having dinner with her father and husband in the dining hall, she left Xuanbao Pavilion with Mu Lige and walked hand in hand in Xuanyi Valley for a walk to digest the food.
Although it was already late autumn, the climate in Xuanyi Valley was quite pleasant, neither damp nor dry. Leaving the center of the valley, Hua Qingcheng and Mu Lige passed through the rows of whitewashed, gray-tiled houses where the villagers lived, and finally arrived at a field filled with the fragrance of earth.
Looking around, one sees not only yellow-green late rice fields, heavy with grains, ready for harvest, but also a variety of lush green vegetables. In the valleys surrounded by mountains, birds sing, springs gurgle, flowers bloom, and butterflies flutter, creating a vibrant scene.
"Brother Li, do you like it here?"
Hua Qingcheng tightened her hands, which were interlocked with Mu Lige's, and smiled at him.
"Qingqing, wherever you are is my favorite place."
Mu Lige held Hua Qingcheng in one hand, gently stroked her pregnant belly with the other hand, and smiled at Hua Qingcheng.
Tall and slender, Mu Lige possessed a beautiful appearance, a face as graceful as a flower, a graceful figure like a delicate orchid, and a smile as charming as the bright moon in one's arms. Dancing in the gentle breeze, Mu Lige, dressed in white, appeared even more graceful and unparalleled in his beauty. His every move, every frown, and every smile exuded a dashing elegance and extraordinary grace, like a banished immortal, elegant, holy, and unattainable.
With relaxed sword-like eyebrows and smiling starry eyes, Mu Lige looked at Hua Qingcheng with soft and shimmering eyes. His beautiful face was filled with sweetness and tenderness. The smile at the corner of his lips was as warm as the morning sun and as gentle as the spring breeze.
"Brother Li~"
Hua Qingcheng, immersed in the angelic looks, gentle eyes and doting smile of her gentle and jade-like doctor, couldn't help swallowing.
"What's wrong? Qingqing."
"Brother Li, promise me not to look at others like that."
Hua Qingcheng raised her hand, which was interlocked with Mu Lige's, and gave a gentle and affectionate kiss on the back of his hand.
"Qingqing, in my eyes, there are only two kinds of people in this world: you, Qingqing, and everyone else. My heart is already filled with you, so how can I see anyone else?"
Mu Lige stopped, looked at Hua Qingcheng gently, and brushed away a strand of her hair that was blown by the breeze, speaking solemnly and seriously.
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