After Tie Tou left, the sound of people walking down the stairs could be heard.
Qiu Zeyu then asked, "Do you know what the other person's name is?"
"From what they call him, 'Master Nan'!" said Grandpa Ouyang with a bitter face.
"Master Nan?" Qiu Zeyu repeated, immediately realizing who it was. So, confidently, he said to Wang Fengyang, "Yangyang, you stay with Grandpa Ouyang and don't run around. Leave this to me; I know who he is."
“Master, I’ll go with you. You’re still injured!” Wang Fengyang no longer wanted to be a good boy who stayed at home; he wanted to accompany his master on his adventures.
“If I come back and you’ve taken good care of Grandpa Ouyang, I’ll take you with me whenever I go out on business.” After saying that, Qiu Zeyu opened the window without another word and jumped out.
By the time Wang Fengyang rushed to the window, his master had already disappeared.
Qiu Zeyu ran wildly across the rooftops! He knew of a place where he could find out Nan Fangnan's whereabouts. That place was Shibalipu, more than a hundred miles from Lin'an City.
No matter what dangers lie ahead, he has to make the trip to Shibalipu!
In that place, either you're incredibly skilled in martial arts, and you can get any information you want; or you're rich enough, and you can get any information you want as well.
Nanfang Nan, a remnant of the previous dynasty, was still causing trouble at this time. He originally didn't want to get involved, only wishing to do his part for the court and bring peace to the world. But now that the other party had kidnapped his most beloved woman, he could no longer sit idly by.
Once outside Longyang Town, he whistled loudly.
A chestnut-red horse galloped out from the depths of the dense forest. He leaped onto the horse and sped away from Shibalipu.
At this moment, Shibalipu was experiencing a bloody storm. The households that were normally out and about all stayed indoors.
Two people wearing cloaks and wielding swords were locked in a fierce battle, exchanging blows.
One was a burly man who was bald, and the other was a burly man with a bare chest, full of muscles and a beard.
Amidst the fighting, the roof of a low house was blown off, revealing a middle-aged man with a menacing face eating inside.
He turned his face away, seething with hatred, crushed the wine cup in his hand, grabbed his sword, and charged at the two men without saying a word.
What started as a fight between two people has now turned into a three-way brawl.
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