Chapter 65 Yue Chang Tuan
Bai Xiaosheng has found a good way to make money.
Yuan Mei pursed her lips slightly, a trace of loneliness on her face. The people behind her wanted to see her as a fairy from heaven, but they couldn't bear to watch. The maidservant was the most loyal. She immediately stepped forward to support Yuan Mei's arm, glaring at Zhao Xuanxu, wholeheartedly protecting her master, and scolded, "Do you have any manners at all?"
Wu Peiming's expression changed immediately.
He waved his sleeves, strode forward from the side, raised his leg and kicked the maid in the chest!
This kick was mixed with internal energy and had immense force. The maid was an ordinary person, and as her blood and qi surged, she felt a sharp pain in her chest. She screamed miserably and fell to the ground, unable to move.
Everyone was shocked, and then their eyes became panicked and their faces became sad.
"Where did this unruly slave come from?" The young eunuch who had recently been appointed to the Eagle Platform spoke in a gloomy tone, his arrogant expression completely gone. He was like his master, Ban Chang, and was as scary as a jackal. "You can't even manage your slaves, and you've raised them to be so lawless. You look smart, but you're actually a fool."
The first sentence refers to the maid, and the second sentence refers to Yuan Mei. This is impolite, the words are not elegant, and it is quite harsh.
Yuan Mei prided herself on being clever, having experienced the turmoil of others, and wasn't afraid of sarcastic sarcasm. But such blunt words left her speechless and blushing. She forced herself to maintain her composure and coldly questioned Wu Peiming, "Why are you speaking so harshly and hurting me?"
"You allow me to criticize His Royal Highness Prince Yan." Wu Peiming felt a chill in his heart and sneered, "I don't know how many heads you have in your family. Are they enough for you to chop off?"
The words were like thunderbolts, instantly sending those about to step forward into a tizzy, their heads spinning. They faltered, afraid to move forward. Yuan Mei, though she had anticipated this, was still startled, her heart racing. Her earlier suspicions were confirmed. The imperial dignitary was right before her, yet things had reached this point. She tried to maintain her composure, yet a wave of regret washed over her, blaming herself for her overreaction.
"Your Highness!" Yuan Mei made a quick decision, lifted her skirt, knelt, and bowed her head respectfully. "I pay my respects to Your Highness. This servant girl doesn't know Your Highness's status, and she's still young. If she's acted inappropriately, I'll definitely punish her when I get home. I hope Your Highness will be magnanimous and forgive her this time."
Generous?
If the people in Bianliang heard this, they would probably burst out laughing.
It was true that Prince Yan was arrogant and domineering, ignorant of etiquette, and never magnanimous. Over the years, Zhao Xuanxu had maintained a vague sense of indifference and alienation with the emperor, so who else had he given face to?
Moreover, Zhao Xuanxu had grown up in the treacherous harem until he was seven or eight years old, and he could see clearly what the woman kneeling on the ground was thinking.
He said nothing, lazily turning his head to look at Wen Yao again. Wu Peiming waved his hand toward the door and called in two yamen runners: "Take him away and detain him according to the law. The matter of Cihuai Temple will be dealt with together."
"No, no..." The maid was pulled up by the yamen runners. She endured the pain and cried repeatedly, grabbing Yuan Mei's skirt: "Miss, Miss, save me, Miss, save me!"
She was filled with fear, clutching Yuan Mei's skirt and clenching her sleeves. She naturally had no sympathy for a servant girl. Now she was still kneeling on the ground, and this servant girl made her even more embarrassed, and the reluctance she felt was completely gone.
Although she felt indifferent in her heart, Yuan Mei's face remained radiant. She held the maid's hand tightly and comforted her, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I will find a way to save you."
The maidservant was dragged away by the yamen runners. Yuan Mei took the opportunity to stand up and take a few steps, tears welling in her eyes. Unfortunately, the young heroes behind her had witnessed the power of Prince Yan and no one dared to stand up for her. They could only look at the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world with pity, and then glared at Prince Yan.
"Why are you glaring at me?" Jiang Qiaosheng, eager to see the world in chaos, gloated and threatened, "If you continue to do this, the King of Yan will dig out all your eyeballs and crush them to pieces."
She had bright hair and bright clothes, and stood beside Zhao Xuanxu without fear. Yuan Mei was unsure of Jiang Qiaosheng's identity and looked at her without saying a word.
Amidst the chaos, Wen Yao finally managed to get the manager to finish writing the list.
She took the list. Most of the names densely written on it were real names. A few people who only had nicknames also had their appearances written down. Only one person named "Qi Shunzi" had a blank space next to him.
She tapped the paper: "This person——"
"Qi, Qi Shunzi, we don't know who he is either." The steward, having just heard Zhao Xuanxu's identity, was trembling and pale. Fearing that Wen Yao would think he was playing tricks, he hurriedly said, "He always wears a mask covering the upper half of his face and doesn't talk much. He can eat, though. We can drink and eat meat here, but he has a huge appetite. He won't leave until he's eaten several large pancakes and several pounds of meat."
"You eat so much." Wen Yao asked, "Are you tall?"
"He's tall and quite sturdy," the steward said, trying to recall. "Judging from his accent, he doesn't seem local, but he's been here for many years. He's a regular customer, always has good luck, a good temper, and pays promptly."
"Who was the porter who delivered the cooked food to your store that day?"
"We usually have the same person come to deliver us." The steward hesitated for a moment and said softly, "It's the one who got into trouble now."
Wen Yao understood what was going on and handed the paper in his hand to the yamen runner. He then glanced at the gambler who was collapsed on the gambling table with tears on his face and was being forced by the manager to chop off his hands.
For those who ask the casino to help them cut off their hands, their wallets and blood bags at home must be empty and they can't take out a penny.
Wen Yao did not sympathize with such people. On the contrary, she felt that the gambling house helping these people to pay off their debts was, in a sense, also giving the gambler's family a way to survive.
The steward didn't know. He met Wen Yao's gaze, waved his hands repeatedly, and said, "Sir, sir! We just want to scare him, really scare him, and make him leave!"
Just before he threatened to chop off his hand, the man howled like a pig, attracting Yuan Mei and others from the street. Yuan Mei, naturally unable to bear witness to such a bloody incident, immediately intervened, her voice impassioned. The steward, listening nearby, sneered, thinking to himself, "What's this about the eldest daughter of the Yuan family? She only told him to release the man without even mentioning the large sum of money he owed. She was just venting her anger without even trying to pry."
But now, in front of King Yan and the killer in front of him, he couldn't say these words and was about to ask them to let the people go.
Then Yao was heard saying, "If he won't pay you back even if he cuts off his hand, he must be broke. Even if you chop off all his hands and feet, he still won't be able to pay you back. Gambling makes money for you, so you don't actually lose anything. Don't cut off his hand, keep him doing housework until he pays off his debt. If he wants to go back to gamble at another casino—then you'd better cut off his hand."
The manager was surprised and looked at Wen Yao.
"No!" Yuan Mei slowly clenched her fists beside her, and suddenly said, "Miss, if you do this, you will be throwing away your life in vain."
Wen Yao looked at her with a rather curious look.
Yuan Mei puffed out her chest and raised her head, saying, "These gambling houses are all evil people. If this person falls into their hands and becomes a slave, how can he survive?"
"Gambling houses are all evil, and gamblers who lose everything gambling are not good people either." Wen Yao said calmly, "Let the evil be dealt with by the evil. Besides, people from the government office are here today, and the authorities are already aware of this matter. Do they dare to kill people in the future?"
Wen Yao said, looking at the steward: "Do you dare?"
The manager didn't dare to accept such a big hat, and nodded repeatedly: "No, no! We are just doing business to make some money, not to kill anyone."
Wen Yao nodded, then looked at the jingling jade pendant on Yuan Mei's body and smiled. "Or you can change the money for him. It would be better to leave your contact information. If he continues to gamble and gets his hands chopped off, he can come to you."
"I will be prepared to pay him back and help him get through this difficult time." Yuan Mei said patiently, "Miss, why are you being so unreasonable and aggressive?"
The gambler beside him was so overjoyed when he heard this that he knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Yuan Mei: "Thank you, young lady! You have such a kind heart! Thank you, young lady!"
It’s really something, a living Bodhisattva girl.
Wen Yao said nothing more and looked at Zhao Xuanxu.
Prince Yan's murderous eyes suddenly softened into gentleness. He walked forward, took Wen Yao's hand, and turned to leave.
Yuan Mei's eyelids jumped, and she clenched her hands quietly under her sleeves, staring at the two people's shaking hands, feeling surprised.
This... She remembered that Prince Yan had never married, so who was this woman? Could she be the daughter of a military commander?
She was so focused on her thoughts that her gaze was abruptly shifted. It wasn't until she felt a gaze directed at her from the side that she finally came to her senses and tensed her body to look back.
Jiang Qiaosheng smiled brightly at her and turned to leave.
The news that His Royal Highness Prince Yan was investigating a case and visiting the Gusu gambling house would spread quickly. Wen Yao and Zhao Xuanxu led their men out in a mighty procession, and only then did the people sitting in the gambling house, holding their breath, dare to start discussing it. The people behind Yuan Mei also gathered around to comfort her.
Yuan Mei was impatient with these people because they were weak and incompetent, but her face showed anxiety and aggrievedness. A few tears came out of her eyes, and she received a lot of sympathy and comfort from everyone.
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Qiu Huiying's men worked quickly. Wen Yao, having secured the list of names from the gambling den, immediately dispatched the yamen runners to search for the names one by one. As evening approached, rain fell again in Gusu City. The yamen runner, his black and red clothes soaking wet, his trouser legs clinging to his legs, hurried over the threshold and headed for the meeting room, umbrella folded.
Only three people sat in the vast conference room. Zhao Xuanxu sat at the head of the table, his head resting on one hand, preoccupied. Wu Peiming and Qiu Huiying sat on the lower, left and right sides, watching the bailiffs trot in.
Wen Yao went back to her room as soon as she came back. She was in a bad mood, and everyone could see it, even Zhao Xuanxu didn't follow her immediately.
"How's the investigation going?" Qiu Huiying was now in a state of panic. Seeing someone come in, he put down his teacup and hurriedly asked, "Has the investigation led to any results?"
The bailiff hesitated: "This... maybe."
Qiu Huiying was annoyed: "Yes, yes, no, no, what do you mean by maybe?"
The yamen runner scratched his head and said, "We've basically checked the names of the people on the list. They all say they're honest men who never even had an argument with the musicians or porters and wouldn't kill anyone. But as for 'Qi Shunzi,' we've asked everyone one by one, but no one knows what he does or where he lives."
Since no one has been found yet, the biggest suspect is Qi Shunzi.
Zhao Xuanxu's hair, held up with a black hairpin, fell down his back. He glanced at the wet corner of the yamen runner's clothes, and suddenly, with some thought in mind, he stood up, lifted the curtain, and walked out through the small door.
Qiu Huiying was surprised and was about to speak when he was stopped by Wu Peiming.
Wu Peiming said, "How could there be so many coincidences in the world? The musician and the porter's body was almost completely rotten, and the only time they had any contact was at the gambling house. And yet, of all people, only this Qi Shun Zi is missing... Prefect, the most urgent thing is to investigate Qi Shun Zi again. Have more people guard near the casino, and maybe we can catch him."
The sound of rain was clear and gentle. Zhao Xuanxu walked across the corridor without an umbrella, and only slowed down when he approached Wen Yao's house.
The door was open, and the windows were wide open. Wen Yao sat cross-legged on the threshold, holding the Xingyi Sword. Next to him lay a small box with a screw-open lid, containing the sword-protecting fish oil that Bu Guanlan had given him last time.
She was lost in thought, barely noticing the slanting rain soaking her clothes. She dipped a white cotton cloth in fish oil and carefully wiped the blade of the Xingyi sword.
Wen Yao turned her wrist slightly, and the rare divine weapon in her hand hummed as if it understood its master's intentions. She lowered her eyes, expressionless, and without looking up, she said, "Have you found the person?"
"No, there's probably something wrong with Qi Shunzi." Zhao Xuanxu lifted his clothes and walked to her side and sat down.
His eyes were heavy, too focused. Wen Yao paused and finally looked at him: "What are you doing?"
"Ayao, I know too little about you." Zhao Xuanxu: "You are in a bad mood, and I don't know how to comfort you."
"You mean Mo Hui?" Wen Yao was silent for a moment, then said calmly, "Actually, it's not that bad. Everyone in this world has a few enemies. Many years ago, they killed someone very important to me. I thought I had wiped them out, but I didn't expect there were still some who slipped through the net."
"Who did they kill?"
"Yue Chang Tuan." Wen Yao raised the Xingyi Sword. "You haven't heard of him, have you? He's not famous, and probably no one in the martial arts world knows him... He forged the Xingyi Sword for me. He is to me what Yan Cang is to you. But you have Yan Cang as your master, and I don't. He's a blacksmith, not a martial artist. He's spent half his life in Heichengzi in the northwest, doing small business to make a living."
Heichengzi is a small town in the northern desert, even more desolate and remote than Liuye City, nearing the border of Western Xia. A blanket of loess and dust blankets the sky, and the only plants that survive are red willows and poplar trees. Like several other surrounding towns, Heichengzi is largely unregulated by the Tianshui government. Rather than a city, it's more like a village gathering people from all directions.
No matter who you are, whether you speak Tianshui or Xixia, whether you are male or female, old or young, no one in Heichengzi will ask about your past. If you come to Heichengzi, you belong to Heichengzi.
Wen Yao was only seven or eight years old when he joined the caravan, doing odd jobs, and twelve when he met Chu Yutang. Young Master Chu didn't stay with the caravan for long. Soon, amidst a family dispute, he tearfully bid Wen Yao adieu and was taken back to Bianliang. After his departure, the caravan headed west, transporting goods to Western Xia. They encountered a sandstorm in the desert outside Heichengzi, and their belongings were blown to pieces.
Wen Yao left the caravan, empty-handed, and agonizingly hungry and thirsty. The desert didn't distinguish north from south; everything looked the same. Unable to leave, she spent the entire day under the scorching sun, passing out from dehydration near sunset. Finding joy in the midst of hardship, she pondered how her life had ended so quickly. If she could still open her eyes next time, she'd better not start with a bowl.
Then she opened her eyes in a cool room, with a clean bed beneath her and no more dust in the air.
The good news was that she wasn't dead. The bad news was that her skin had been damaged by the scorching sun, leaving her hands, body, and face red, swollen, and itchy.
Wen Yao touched his face, not knowing whether to sigh or breathe a sigh of relief.
The next moment, the door was flung open. Wen Yao's breath caught in her throat, making her feel uncomfortable. She looked up and saw Yue Changtuan approaching with a bowl of water and two pancakes. Seeing Wen Yao wake up, he put down his things and left without saying a word.
He looked to be in his forties or fifties, wearing shorts, with messy hair, a face as cold and hard as stone, and extremely thick fingers covered with thick rashes.
Giving food and drink without saying a word... Wow, so cool.
He didn't need to say anything. As soon as he put down his things, Wen Yao rushed over and held them tightly in her hands.
The water was salted, and Wen Yao felt she had never tasted water so delicious in her life. She drank it all in one gulp, but she still felt unsatisfied. She licked her chapped lips, picked up two cakes beside her, broke them apart, and stuffed them into her mouth.
The bread was mixed with husks, coarse and scratchy, and Wen Yao swallowed it with one stroke of his chin, then tiptoed to the door, mouth moving, to listen to the noises outside.
She clearly remembered fainting in the desert. It was almost dark at the time, and she was saved by a kind-hearted person. She was so lucky, so lucky that Wen Yao could hardly believe it.
The door wasn't shut tight, and through the finger-width gap, Wen Yao saw Yue Changtuan talking to a man in Hu clothing. They weren't speaking Tianshui dialect, but rather a gibberish she couldn't understand a single word. Wen Yao stared outside, her mouth chattering as she broke off another piece of bread, stuffed it into her mouth, and swallowed it with a gulp.
Her stomach was throbbing with hunger.
Yue Changtuan was a man of few words. He turned and handed the Hu man a wooden box. Wen Yao watched him pull a long sword from the box, eyes wide open. It was a beautiful sword, its cold light gleaming and dazzling.
Wen Yao practiced martial arts, but she didn't have a sword, only a dagger. She couldn't help but move her eyes closer to see.
The Hu man was obviously very satisfied. He took the sword, gave Yue Changtuan a purse and left.
Yue Changtuan turned around and looked straight at Wen Yao. Wen Yao was startled and subconsciously swallowed the biscuit in her mouth, almost choking to death.
"Leave when you wake up." Yue Changtuan spoke, his voice hoarse and unpleasant as if smoked by fireworks: "I won't keep anyone here."
"Oh, okay." Wen Yao stuffed the last piece of cake into her mouth, pushed open the door and walked out confidently. She had just checked and found that the few taels of silver she had kept close to her were still there, which made her breathe a sigh of relief.
Wen Yao scratched his head and looked at Yue Changtuan: "You saved me?"
"I was just passing by and brought it back."
"Okay, okay." Wen Yao smiled, cupped his hands, and saluted solemnly: "May I ask your name, benefactor, so that I can repay you someday."
"A bowl of water and two pieces of bread, there's nothing much to repay you." Yue Changtuan didn't have the patience to listen. He pointed outside the door and said in a low voice, "Let's go."
Wen Yao went out obediently.
She went outside and wandered around the market to figure out where she was. After thinking about it, Wen Yao felt that the chances of the caravan's survival were slim, so she decisively turned around and went to each store on the street to ask if they were looking for odd jobs.
Wen Yao had a smile on his face, spoke in a steady manner, could read and do accounts, and soon found a job cutting herbs in a herbal medicine shop. The pay was low, just enough to make a living.
The owner of the herbal medicine shop saw the dark and red sunburn on Wen Yao's face and body, and kindly gave her some medicine to apply on it, so Wen Yao was not disfigured.
Some time passed, and Wen Yao finally found out who had saved him. The man's name was Yue Changtuan, a native of Tianshui. He was the best blacksmith in Heichengzi, skilled in forging weapons. He often went to the desert to chop dead wood for firewood, which was why he had met Wen Yao the last time.
The great favor must be thanked.
Wen Yao immediately set out to gather wood in the desert, spending the entire night collecting. At dawn, she stood at the door of Yue Changtuan's house, a basket of dead tree roots on her shoulder and another in each hand.
"My benefactor." Wen Yao smiled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth: "I'll give you some wood."
Yue Changtuan looked at her. A skinny girl, carrying such a heavy load of solid wood, she didn't even bend her waist, her face didn't turn red, and she didn't breathe heavily. He didn't refuse, pointing to the pile of firewood next to him: "Put it there."
Wen Yao curved his eyes and said, "Okay!"
She carried this wood on her back for three years. Three years later, Wen Yao no longer worked at the pharmacy, but returned to working with the caravan. But whenever she was in Heichengzi, she would run into the desert to collect wood for Yue Changtuan, occasionally bringing rare food and clothes to hang on Yue Changtuan's door. Neighbors were impressed by Wen Yao's gratitude and joked that Yue Changtuan had found a filial daughter.
Yue Changtuan never responded to this. When Wen Yao came in to pour firewood as if she knew the place well, he stopped her and sounded unusually depressed.
He said, "Has your kindness not yet been fully repaid?"
Wen Yao wanted to laugh.
"No." She shook her head. "I think my life is worth much more than these pieces of wood."
"Then I say, you've finished your report." Yue Changtuan rejected him coldly and said indifferently, "You don't have to come again."
As a result, Wen Yaozhao came the next day without fail. Yue Changtuan mentioned it a few more times, but it was no use, so after so many times, he just stopped paying attention to her.
After some time, Wen Yao saved up some money and gave it to Yue Changtuan, asking him to find her a good material and help her forge a sword.
"You know, things have been turbulent in Heichengzi lately. I don't know where this Mohui appeared from." In the dim iron foundry, Wen Yao leaned against the door and watched Yue Changtuan forging iron. He said, "That group of people are very skilled. They have robbed many shops and caravans. Although you don't have a shop, you are quite famous. You can't be sure if they will come to rob you one day. Forge me a good sword, and I will protect you."
She said it casually, and a few days after she took it over, Yue Changtuan really found a piece of material and started to forge a sword for Wen Yao.
Wen Yao came over to watch, and saw Yue Changtuan's hands moving non-stop, the anvil hitting a long piece of shiny red iron again and again, sparks floating in the dim air of the iron foundry.
Wen Yao didn't understand, but that didn't stop her from praising him: "Good iron, good technique, this will definitely make a good sword!"
Yue Changtuan no longer chased Wen Yao away, but he found her talkative. He waved his hand, telling Wen Yao to shut up and leave.
Wen Yao touched his nose and said, "It looks like you're taking a lot of effort to cut this piece of material..."
"This is a meteorite that fell in the desert more than ten years ago." Yue Changtuan dipped the iron block into the water, and instantly the air was filled with steam. "This is the only one in the world."
Wen Yao opened and closed his mouth: "This is so expensive, I may not have so much money."
Yue Changtuan ignored her, concentrating on examining the iron in his hand. Suddenly, he frowned and said, "It can also be made into a dagger... Forget about the dagger. The sword will be named 'Xingyi'. With this sword, you will have the Milky Way and the Jianghe River to accompany you on your journey. You won't be surrounded by emptiness and darkness."
It was the first time he had said such emotionally revealing words, and Wen Yao was speechless. She watched Yue Changtuan throw the iron block into the trough again. The mist rose up, filling the small cast iron room and drowning Yue Changtuan's figure.
"He gave me this sword. It's the best sword in the world." Wen Yao paused, "But I only had time to pay him a deposit."
That summer, the situation between Xixia and Tianshui deteriorated, and the tea-horse market between the two countries closed, making smuggled tea a huge profit. Wen Yao planned a trip with the caravan, which lasted for more than half a month. On his return, as soon as he entered the city gate, he saw the Yue Chang Tuan strung on a long pole.
It is no exaggeration to say that the sun was blazing brightly in the sky, but Wen Yao felt cold all over in an instant.
She looked up, squinting at the slightly shrunken, withered corpse for a moment. Honestly, she couldn't quite recognize it as Yue Changtuan. Then, despite the pharmacy owner's dissuasion, Wen Yao climbed up the pole, untied Yue Changtuan, and carried him home on his back.
The house was gone, only ashes remained. The bricks and stones were still there, blackened by the fire.
In his two lives, Wen Yao had never been so completely at a loss.
She stood for a long time, carrying Yue Changtuan on her back. Tired, she put him down and sat with him, continuing to stare at the ruins before them. Amidst the pitch-black chaos, she caught sight of a single, cold, snow-white glint. After a long pause, Wen Yao stumbled to her feet, stepped into the ruins, and drew her Xingyi Sword.
Zhao Xuanxu frowned: "Will Mo kill him?"
"Well, at that time, the Mohui was huge, with hundreds of people, lingering in Heichengzi and the surrounding towns. When the government ignored them, they forced the caravans to pay and abused the people. At first, they were polite to Yue Changtuan, only asking him to forge swords for them." Wen Yao slowly pushed the Xingyi Sword back into its sheath. "I don't know why the Mohui wanted to kill him. I stayed in Heichengzi for two years. Two years later, I attacked the Mohui's lair. No matter who they were, I spared no one, including their wives and children."
"Cut the grass at its roots." Wen Yao was a little distracted: "I don't regret it. I know I'm not a good person."
She took the Xingyi Sword and cut off pieces of flesh from the Mohui leader, forcing him to tell her why he wanted to kill Yue Changtuan.
Ridiculous reason.
They had heard from somewhere that Yue Changtuan possessed a rare piece of meteorite iron, and they demanded it be handed over. When Yue Changtuan refused, they killed him, as they would any other civilian. With laughter and nonchalant indifference, they hung the blacksmith's body from a pole in the city and burned down Yue Changtuan's house.
After hearing this answer, Wen Yao said nothing and took the Xingyi Sword to cut off all the flesh and blood of the Mohui leader.
Just as the Central Plains martial arts community heard about the Mo Hui's actions in the northwest, righteous people, led by Liu Suling of the Meishan Sect, traveled thousands of miles to the border to eliminate the evil. Unexpectedly, they entered the Mo Hui's lair and found no living people. Only blood was everywhere, and the bloody atmosphere was like hell.
In the innermost room, they saw a girl in coarse linen clothes holding a long sword standing in front of a skeleton. At that moment, they thought they had encountered a cruel and bloodthirsty desert banshee.
"It was Elder Su Ling who led the team back then." Wen Yao smiled and recalled, "She was a good person. I followed her to the Central Plains. At first, I was a caravan driver to earn extra money. Gradually, I gained a reputation and ventured into the mountains and out to sea. First, I met Lou Chengyi and Jiang Qiaosheng. Later, I went to the southwest to fight the old poisonous insect. Then I met you and Yan Cang. It was great."
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