Chapter 68: "Don't ask about the things on the road! ...
Same with this.
Wen Yu rushed all the way to the outer courtyard door, only to see that the door was tightly closed, not a single sound of wind leaking in.
Wen Yu, who had been walking quickly and almost running, suddenly stopped in front of the door.
Only two faded copper rings hung on the inky-black door panel, without even the slightest sign of shaking. The inexplicable silence revealed a great deal of weirdness.
It's very quiet, but too quiet...
Normally, the Houtu Temple is located in a secluded area outside the city, so it's reasonable that there wouldn't be much noise. However, it shouldn't be so quiet that you could hear a pin drop...
"Song Linsheng, was the door closed when you came in?"
“No.”
Song Linsheng answered Wen Yu's question very accurately without hesitation.
She thought so too—
When she came in with Xiyan, she only wanted to go inside and was anxious to find Zhi Bai Niangzi. She didn't even think about closing the door.
After receiving Song Linsheng's affirmative answer, Wen Yu's heart couldn't help but hang in the air.
She turned around and looked over. Song Linsheng was standing three or two steps behind her, holding Zhi Bai Niangzi's arm. He was looking at her with a frown and worried eyes.
Song Linsheng was probably still confused, not knowing why Wen Yu had asked about this. But from the look on Zhibai's face, Wen Yu had a rough idea of what was going on.
She is a demon after all. Even though she has lost her magical powers, she still retains her innate sharpness and vigilance.
Zhi Bai Niangzi's face was pale. When her eyes met Wen Yu's, she nodded slightly. In Wen Yu's eyes, this action seemed to encourage her to trust her intuition.
"Song Linsheng, support Lady Zhibai and move further away..."
Wen Yu's voice was very soft, but on this spring day, it sounded like goose feathers falling on the snow, disappearing into the frost and melting away.
She turned to face the closed door, blocking out Song Linsheng's inquiring and concerned gaze.
Song Linsheng's eyes wandered between Wenyu and Zhibai. Before he could speak, Zhibai's wife interrupted him, saying, "Master Song, please step back."
After saying that, Zhibai straightened his body, protected his lower abdomen with both hands, and stood there without moving at all.
Obviously, she meant for Song Linsheng to step back.
Although Song Linsheng was not entirely sure what had happened, judging from the postures of Wen Yu and Zhi Bai, it was clear that they were in trouble.
He didn't say much, just stretched out his sleeves and put them under his hands, then held Zhi Bai Niangzi's arm and helped her back a few steps, standing a little further away from Wen Yu.
Zhi Bai was a little surprised at first, but she was frail and injured, so she naturally had no chance to break free before being helped over by Song Linsheng.
"Mrs. Zhibai, please wait here for a moment." Song Linsheng spoke softly, without a trace of panic in his words.
Even Zhi Bai, who had been in the world for a long time and had seen many storms, couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. What was the situation of Lord Song right now that made him so calm?
Before he finished speaking, Song Linsheng spun around, and his frosty white robe turned into layers of snowy waves under his feet. He did not stop walking, and walked to Wen Yu's side and stood shoulder to shoulder with her.
"Madam Wenyu, don't be afraid. I am with you."
After Song Linsheng finished speaking, he took another step forward, half of his body blocking Wen Yu's sight, which made her feel warm in her heart.
His thin back was straight, as if he could bear the weight of thunder with his own strength.
Unlike his usual nonchalant demeanor, Song Linsheng at this moment looked extremely calm and powerful.
Wen Yu smiled slightly, but her eyes couldn't help but feel a little sore. Seeing Song Linsheng protecting her like this, she actually felt like crying.
She didn't know if it was because she had been in the lower world for some time, or because she had lost too much magic power and was a little weak. Wen Yu's nose was sore. She missed the Spring Temple, her master, and Chi Huangjun.
Song Linsheng frowned for a moment, then raised his hand to push the door—
Wen Yu's heart moved, and he followed suit. He stepped in front of Song Linsheng and raised his hand to stop him.
She would never let Song Linsheng put himself in danger.
This door would not close by itself for no reason. Although she could not conclude that there was something strange, she must not take it lightly.
Wen Yu glanced at him, signaling Song Linsheng not to act rashly.
She exhaled slowly, stretched out her hand and slowly approached the door leaf, and finally placed her hands on it. For a moment, she felt a burst of coldness coming from her fingertips.
If it is really related to Yan Zi, then he is definitely not an ordinary mortal. If there is a fight, he must avoid Song Linsheng.
Wen Yu gritted her teeth, made up her mind, stretched out her hands, grasped the door knocker, and pulled open the door that opened inward.
It was as if the two scrolls of a painting were slowly unrolling to the sides, revealing the scene within. The door opened and closed, revealing the entire scene outside to Wen Yu and his companions.
"Wash the inkstone!"
Wen Yu's breathing stopped. Even though she had foreseen it, she was still frightened when she saw the scene outside the door.
Previously, at Song's house, I had always heard Uncle Song talk about how prosperous Jiangyang Prefecture was. Even when there were floods, the people never lacked food and clothing.
The folk customs are simple and peaceful. It is true that no one picks up things on the road and no one locks their doors at night. This is not an exaggeration at all.
But now, Wen Yu couldn't believe his eyes.
And Song Linsheng behind her even shouted out, calling out Xi Yan's name anxiously -
Xiyan was restrained by someone, with his hands tied behind his back. His blue clothes stood out among the gray-brown crowd.
His temples were disheveled, and his forehead was scraped. A streak of blood trickled down, staining half of his brow red. His usually playful and cheerful face was now tense, even his lips pressed into a straight line.
"Master! Madam Wen... Madam Wen... cough..."
As he was speaking, he was grabbed by the person behind him. His voice was intermittent and he couldn't utter a complete sentence.
The beads of sweat on Xiyan's temples slid down the side of his face to his jaw, and dripped onto the scimitar against his throat. The transparent beads of sweat made the tip of the knife shine.
Wen Yu was shocked and hurriedly picked up her dress and stepped out of the door in three or two steps. Song Linsheng followed closely behind her. Both of them had messy steps and their clothes were flying, but neither of them cared to take care of themselves.
"Wash the inkstone!"
"stop!"
A loud shout landed right at the feet of Wen Yu and Song Linsheng, stopping them on the stone steps in front of the door. Even though they were extremely anxious, they didn't dare to move forward even a single step.
The owner of the scimitar had a full beard and an old scar across his face, going straight through the middle of his face. His messy hair on both sides of his temples had a lock hanging in front of his forehead, and the rest was casually gathered behind his head.
"Think it over carefully! It's not too late to move forward!"
As he finished speaking, several other men gradually appeared from behind him and stood on both sides of him, holding in their hands -
It was Azhu, Yanzi and the other children!
"Sister Wen! Sister Wen! Sister!"
Ah Zhu's call was filled with panic, and her face was covered with tears and snot.
At this moment, Ah Zhu's safety was in the hands of the big man behind him. Catching her was as easy and effortless as catching a chick.
"Azhu!"
Wen Yu clenched his fists and wanted to step forward, but when he saw the children being grabbed by the collars and with machetes hooked at their necks, he tried his best to endure it and had to stay where he was, not moving.
Song Linsheng on the side took a step forward and stood side by side with Wen Yu. When he passed by Wen Yu, unlike his usual hesitation and hesitation, he turned around and held Wen Yu's hand, wrapping his green fingertips around it, as if wanting to convey a sense of stability.
The public security in Jiangyang Prefecture has always been very good. Although he was in Shangdu, he had not heard of any banditry in Jiangyang Prefecture for more than ten years.
Even though the Houtu Temple has been abandoned for a long time and is a little far away from the city, it is unlikely that someone would commit crimes in broad daylight.
"Who are you?"
He and Xiyan had just arrived in Jiangyang after several years, and it had only been a few days, so he wouldn't have made any enemies in Jiangyang. But even when his father was working in Jiangyang, he had never offended anyone in his memory.
Song Linsheng filtered all the possibilities in his mind and ruled them out one by one. Although he didn't know where these people came from, he was afraid that they were not targeting Xi Yan himself...
Looking at their attire and the aura around them, could they be the bandits from this area?
Jiangyang is a prosperous and peaceful place, and has always been a hot commodity in the eyes of various provincial governments. If someone with ulterior motives were to set their sights on it, they might want to turn Jiangyang into a meal.
Song Linsheng frowned and stared at the scar on the man's face.
None of his father and brothers were military generals, and he himself grew up surrounded by ink and inkstones, so he rarely saw such scenes.
However, when he thought of Madam Wen Yu beside him and Madam Zhi Bai behind him, he felt that he was not afraid of anything.
Wen Yu's mind calmed down a bit. She held Song Linsheng's hand back. He should be a little scared, right? Wen Yu tightened her fingers and held Song Linsheng tightly.
The East Heaven Court was inhabited by a group of old immortals who were rarely seen. Perhaps it was because the Green Emperor of the East Heaven Court ruled well, or perhaps it was because they had reached a certain level of cultivation, the various immortals had never had any conflicts, let alone fights. Even a competition or exchange of ideas had never been seen by Wen Yu.
Her five elements belong to wood, and she mostly learned healing techniques. As for how to fight with others, she only learned a little bit.
I'm afraid I won't be able to control the strength.
Now facing the real weapons of mortals, I don’t know how to respond.
Wen Yu put one hand behind his back and secretly gathered his spiritual power to his fingertips.
Find the right moment and take away their weapons, but never take any lives.
"I advise you not to ask too much about the underworld!"
The scarred man immediately rejected Song Linsheng's words without revealing any useful information.
He looked at Song Linsheng's thin and fair face, and his body that looked like it would collapse at the slightest touch of wind. He thought of him as a child who had appeared from nowhere, and did not take him seriously, but sneered casually.
"I just want to ask you, is there another woman in the temple?"
Wen Yu frowned when she heard this. In fact, her brows had not relaxed since she saw the scene outside the door.
"Where is the other woman?"
Wen Yu interrupted and quickly refuted the scarred man.
Lady Zhibai is pregnant, the baby is not stable, and she had such a great shock last night. Now, no matter what, she cannot be allowed to get into any more trouble.
But, could it be that this villain is coming for Lady Zhibai?
"There are only two of us in this Houtu Temple. I wonder where this woman you are talking about came from?"
Wen Yu was very confident and insisted that there was no third person in the courtyard.
However, she is young and inexperienced, and has a pure heart. When it comes to understanding people's hearts, she is better than Scarface, who has never been in the world and has seen countless people.
The more she tried to deny something, the more it seemed like she was deliberately covering up something, which made the scarred man suspicious.
What's more, since he has a hostage in his hands, how could he easily believe Wen Yu's words? It would be strange if she didn't lie to gain his trust and ensure the safety of the hostage.
"I advise you to stop lying and think carefully before replying to me!"
As expected, Scarface didn't believe what Wen Yu said at all. He increased the force of his hands, and the tip of the knife moved half an inch closer, licking Xiyan's neck. A line of blood immediately appeared, dyeing the tip of the knife scarlet.
"Washing the inkstone—"
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