"This girl is blind, but she is able to make a living by herself. She worked hard to embroider these dolls, and each one is sold for only two copper coins. Do you dare to say that these bloody dolls are worthless?!"
The young man was obviously extremely angry, otherwise he would not have dared to confront the officer with a wooden sword.
The onlookers were all silent. With today's prices, it was hard to buy a white steamed bun with two copper coins.
"You're being unreasonable! I think you really don't want to live today!"
The man with the broken beard still did not give in. He raised his fist and hit the boy.
Just when everyone thought the young man was going to be beaten up, he easily dodged the fist by leaning sideways and swung the wooden sword to hit the back of the head of the man with the broken beard.
The man with the broken beard grimaced in pain, covering the back of his head and backing away repeatedly.
"This kid has practiced a few tricks, come with me!"
The other two officers rushed towards the young man quickly upon seeing this, but even with four hands, they were still no match for the young man, as he only held the sword with one hand and was able to protect the jar of wine in his arms.
The onlookers were amazed that the young boy, who was very weak, could handle the police officers who were quite capable with ease.
"Boy, you asked for this!"
With so many people watching, three people were unable to take down a young boy. The man with a short beard seemed to be angry and drew the long sword from his waist and ran over.
The young man looked solemn. This iron long sword was not the wooden sword in his hand. It could take someone's life if he was not careful.
The two men began to fight each other. The man with the short beard used powerful moves without any fear of pain.
The young man was holding a wooden sword and could only defend himself, being beaten back repeatedly.
After just a few dozen moves, the young man was already showing signs of defeat. The wooden sword in his hand was riddled with holes and would be completely cut off in a few more moves.
"Die!"
The short-bearded man had a ferocious look on his face and raised his long knife to chop at the boy's head.
"The first sword! Raging clouds and waves!"
The young man had nowhere to retreat, so he could only throw away the jar of wine in his arms and slash at the long knife with both hands holding the sword.
Jiang Zhige, who was standing in the crowd, stared at him. This young man actually knew the unique martial art Nine Swords of Wu Zong of Tianyun Pavilion?
Shocking Clouds and Raging Waves is the first move of Wu Zong's Nine Swords, and this martial art is extremely rare. Back then, only he and Lu Tianjiao had mastered it in Tianyun Pavilion. Now, a thousand years have passed, and apart from him, only one other person still remembers it.
The sword moves of the young man in front of him were not just for show, but really had some sword rhythm.
Snap!
Even if Wu Zong's Nine Swords only had a little sword rhythm, it was enough to deal with mortal moves. Unfortunately, the young man had no cultivation after all and was holding a wooden sword, which was almost instantly cut off by the long sword.
Just as the long knife was about to fall on the boy's head, a hand suddenly appeared, and two fingers together easily caught the long knife.
Ding! There was a crisp sound, and the long sword broke.
The man with the broken beard looked surprised and stepped back quickly.
Jiang Zhige handed him the jar of wine that the young man had to throw away and asked, "Young man, what's your name?"
"My name is Han Chang, you are..."
Han Chang took the jar of wine and looked at Jiang Zhige in surprise.
The power of two fingers is enough to cut off an iron sword. If the opponent is not a martial artist with extremely high martial arts skills, he must be an immortal who can move mountains and fill the sea as rumored.
Jiang Zhige remained silent, thinking about the name Han Chang, but could not find any clue about its origin.
"It's good to be young and arrogant, and to stand up for justice when you see injustice, but you must also do it within your ability, and don't waste your life in vain in the future."
Since he couldn't think of it, Jiang Zhige didn't think too much about it. He turned around and helped Qi Muyao up.
If he hadn't rescued her in time, Han Chang would have died in vain and would not have changed Qi Muyao's fate.
"You mean you want me to just stand by and watch?!"
Han Chang's face turned into resentment. It would be better for him to be hacked to death by the long sword than to let him ignore this injustice.
Jiang Zhige was stunned when he heard this, and suddenly recalled the memory where the nine-year-old self knew he was powerless but still tried to protect Nangong Rou with his life.
Today he told Han Chang not to overestimate his abilities, so why did he make up this memory at that time?
If you think about it carefully, everyone knows that they are powerless. However, rather than fearing death, some people hate themselves more for being afraid of death and standing by and doing nothing.
Jiang Zhige sighed secretly. The world is like this. Although goodness is praised, most people end up in a miserable situation.
In my memory, he lived a miserable life and ended up being deserted by everyone. He was even worse than the evil Demon Emperor in the novel.
Jiang Zhige did not express too much emotion. He took out a silver ingot and put it in Qi Muyao's hand, saying, "Miss Muyao, today I will buy all the embroidered dolls in your hand. We will not sell them anymore."
Although he has no specific answer about his own character, he must have a clear conscience no matter what the world is like.
"Sir, these dolls are worth less than ten copper coins in total."
Qi Muyao suddenly felt flustered. She knew that Jiang Zhige was kind-hearted, but because of this, how could she sell all the dolls to Jiang Zhige? "It doesn't matter. As long as you like it, a flower can be sold at a sky-high price, not to mention the doll you embroidered with so much effort?"
Jiang Zhige shook his head, his words revealing the words "I'm not short of money".
Qi Muyao wanted to refuse, but she couldn't persuade Jiang Zhige no matter what, so she could only take the silver ingot and go back to the village with him.
Just as the two were about to leave, Han Chang behind them suddenly fell to his knees.
Jiang Zhige raised his eyebrows slightly and looked back.
"Han Chang feels guilty for contradicting his benefactor!"
After a brief moment of resentment, Han Chang realized that Jiang Zhige was definitely not a bad person.
Even he could only occasionally buy a doll to help Qi Muyao, but Jiang Zhige could directly take out a silver ingot.
Jiang Zhige is no different from him, except that one is a powerful man with abilities, and the other is just a mortal boy holding a wooden sword.
Besides, if Jiang Zhige hadn't come to his rescue, he would have been a corpse.
Jiang Zhige nodded, accepting Han Chang's apology.
Seeing Jiang Zhige nod, Han Chang did not stand up, but lowered his head even lower, gritted his teeth and said: "My benefactor, please forgive me for overstepping my bounds. I have one more favor to ask of you."
"What is it?"
"I am an incompetent boy with nothing but passion, but I am a benefactor. Please treat this girl well."
Han Chang knew that forcing others to be kind was selfish, but he also knew that Jiang Zhige was a man worthy of respect.
This is indeed the case. Even without Han Chang saying anything, Jiang Zhige had already decided to help Qi Muyao.
He didn't feel that he was showing pity, nor did he feel that he had a compassionate heart. He just thought that such a miserable girl shouldn't continue to be miserable.
Qi Muyao was immediately filled with shame and panic when she heard this. She and Jiang Zhige were just casual acquaintances, so how could she use the word "treat well"? Jiang Zhige shook his head and smiled, and said with emotion: "Young man, you are very good. No wonder you can learn the Wuzong Nine Swords."