Chapter 115 "Defend Jinling!!!"
They intended to retreat temporarily and plan for the future, but they never expected to be confronted by Wanyan Yao.
A ruthless character among the Jin dynasty princes.
Wanyan Yao led his army to search for Jiang Ling'er and Lian Sheng from house to house.
They had come for the "Longevity Manual" as well.
I recall the curses that Wenshan Zhenjun uttered before his death:
[Wanyan, Wanyan Yao is coming, Jiang Ling'er! You...you will all have to pay with your lives for this old man!]
The only person who knows Jiang Ling'er and Lian Sheng's identities and can still connect with the Jin people is Wenshan Zhenjun.
Human life is not made of gold or stone; how can one expect to live a long and healthy life?
Immortal. Immortal. Let us drink together the elixir of immortality.
However, now that they know of such extraordinary books and secret techniques, it's likely that no one can resist the temptation.
Wanyan Yao naturally wouldn't let it go.
However, Nanjing is once again in a predicament.
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Fengyue Tower.
The crowd argued over whether to protect Yicheng or Jiang Ling'er.
The atrocities committed by the Jin soldiers in recent days are obvious to all, and there has been no news of reinforcements from the imperial court... Many people have begun to waver.
Many people turned their attention to the room where Jiang Ling'er was...
Yuan Zao stood alone in front of the door, and soon Gan Zishi, Wen Cheng'an, and Ma Qingmei also stood in front of him. The young men met the gazes of everyone, especially the gazes of a group of martial arts masters, their bodies tense, their lips pursed tightly, but they did not back down an inch.
Yuan Zao clenched her fists and looked at everyone: "You...you've all forgotten that it was Sister Ling'er who finished off True Lord Wenshan? It was also she who stopped the demon Kong Wu. She was seriously injured while trying to open the secret passage..."
Yuan Zao stopped halfway through his sentence and couldn't continue.
Because besides these martial arts figures watching them, there were also those in the same room who had been taken in by Liu Yirong, all of whom were elderly, weak, women and children who had been harmed by the Jin soldiers.
Faced with those eyes filled with tears or hatred... Yuan Zao couldn't bring herself to say what she was going to say next.
He bit his lower lip so hard it almost bled.
Suddenly, the hand that was tightly clenched inside the sleeve was grasped briefly through the sleeve and then quickly released.
Yuan Zao glanced sideways, and Gan Zishi stepped forward, blocking her view. The young man's tall frame completely shielded her from the crowd's gaze. The young man's expression was resolute:
"We will not hand her over."
As soon as he finished speaking, almost simultaneously all the elderly, weak, women and children in the room stood up. Gan Zishi, Yuan Zao, Wen Cheng'an and Ma Qingmei were willing to resist, and were not afraid even when facing these martial arts masters, but they could not make a move against these women and children, and could only remain in a stalemate.
"Do you think the Jurchens will let you go if you hand them over?"
After a long silence, the tightly closed door was suddenly opened, and the young Taoist priest walked out.
The door closed again in the blink of an eye.
It blocked the view of anyone who wanted to spy.
The young Taoist priest, his handsome face pale, glanced at the crowd expressionlessly:
"During the Xuanhe era, the Jin army marched south in two routes and besieged Bianjing."
"Emperor Qinzong sued for peace, ceding three towns and paying tribute to the Jin people."
"In the second year of the Jingkang era, the Jin army captured Bianjing (Kaifeng) and took several thousand members of the imperial family prisoner.①"
With each word spoken by the young Taoist priest, the crowd, who were trying to force their way in, involuntarily took a step back. Every face was filled with deep-seated anger, humiliation, and hatred.
They hated the Jurchens so much they wanted to drink their blood and eat their flesh!
The young Taoist priest calmly uttered the final sentence:
"So you think that as long as you hand over Jiang Ling'er and the other woman, the Jin army will let you go?"
Will it?
The last sentence seemed to touch a nerve with Ma Rujiao. He had experienced the catastrophe of the second year of the Jingkang era, and his mind was already sometimes clear and sometimes insane. At this moment, he became even more frenzied, his eyes bloodshot:
"What's the point of arguing! What's the point of taking it slow! To catch the thief, catch the king first! I'll settle all my old and new scores at once!"
He rushed out as soon as he finished speaking. He was able to capture Wanyan Jing alive that day, and he could capture Wanyan Yao alive today!
Apart from the elderly, women, and children, most of those present were chivalrous figures from the martial arts world. How could they remain seated after hearing what Pei Xuan and Ma Rujiao said?
His eyes immediately turned bloodshot, and he followed in Ma Rujiao's footsteps:
"We swear to live and die with Nanjing!"
Among the elderly, women, and children, some wept with their faces covered, while others, young women, brandished sticks and were ready to fight the Jurchens to the death, but were stopped by Liu Yirong.
"Hey girl, let those roughnecks handle the fighting. We have other things to do."
Liu Yirong raised her delicate chin towards the door. Many wounded soldiers injured by the Jin soldiers were dragged in by the girls. However, the girls were not strong enough. Just as she was about to go forward to help, someone had already carried the wounded in before her.
Liu Yirong paused for a moment, then smiled.
I recall that this handsome young Taoist priest seems to be named... Wen Cheng'an?
"Hmm... he's still a bit stronger than your martial uncle after all."
The boy seemed to have heard her and glanced back at her, but Liu Yirong had already turned her head away to help others.
The brothel temporarily became a shelter for the wounded.
Only after everyone's hostility towards Jiang Ling'er disappeared did the young Taoist collapse like a mountain, slumping against the door in despair.
Ma Qingmei quickly helped him up, but found her hands covered in blood.
"……you!"
That's when they discovered he had been wounded by an arrow in his back at some unknown time!
Ma Qingmei immediately frantically searched for ointment, trying to help him to the side to apply the medicine, but was brushed aside.
The young Taoist priest still stood blocking the doorway, like a silent jade statue, his voice low and deep:
"It's right here, thank you for your help, young lady."
Ma Qingmei paused, then lowered her long eyelashes:
"……good."
Gan Zishi and Yuan Zao breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and both looked at the door that was blocked by the young Taoist.
Gan Zishi felt a huge weight lifted from his heart; at least he hadn't been ungrateful. He said thankfully, "That monk was clever enough; I never expected him to be hiding here..."
Yuan Zao, however, was somewhat worried: "I wonder if the little master has any way to save Sister Ling'er..."
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Inside the side room.
Pei Xuan was neither surprised nor delighted by the sudden appearance of Lian Sheng, nor did he immediately hand Jiang Ling'er over to him.
Ke Liansheng only explained one sentence:
"I am a disciple of Xu Fu."
The young Taoist priest remained silent for a moment, tucked Jiang Ling'er in, and left the room.
Xu Fu was the Taoist priest who led thirty-six celestial children to Penglai to seek the elixir of immortality. He was also the creator of the "Longevity Manual" and a legendary figure who ascended to immortality.
At this moment, only Lian Sheng and Jiang Ling'er, who had fallen into a state of confusion and demonic possession, remained in the room.
For some reason, when Pei Xuan merely glanced at him, Lian Sheng shuddered inexplicably, feeling a chill run through his body. He only breathed a sigh of relief after the young Taoist left the room, unaware that he was covered in sweat.
He looked up at Jiang Ling'er on the bed, noticing her furrowed brows, pale face devoid of color, and hair damp with sweat. The young monk remained silent for a moment, then clasped his hands together and silently murmured, "Amitabha."
He reached out and pulled back the covers, helping Jiang Ling'er sit upright. He sat cross-legged behind her, his fingers about to touch her clothes when he suddenly paused, his fingertips trembling. His ears flushed red, and he whispered:
"...I'm sorry."
He had been working almost day and night for the past few days to translate the "Longevity Manual" that Jiang Ling'er had given him. Fortunately, he finally translated the entire manual completely, instead of just a few words that Kong Wu had forced him to translate at the artificial mountain.
He struggled for a moment, then removed Jiang Ling'er's outer garment, leaving her only in her undergarments. The young monk slowly exhaled, closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, his eyes were clear and bright.
He placed his hands on Jiang Ling'er's back.
"The reason why heaven and earth can endure and last long is that they do not live for themselves; therefore, they can live long..."
In the darkness, Jiang Ling'er heard what sounded like chanting in the air, seemingly close at hand yet also from afar.
Jiang Ling'er subconsciously followed the gentle voice to adjust her internal energy and circulate her internal strength throughout her body. Unintentionally, she began to deduce the moves in her mind, following the gentle and soothing voice in her ear.
She developed this habit ever since the old镖头 (bodyguard/escort) taught her the skills in the dungeon.
Not only every night, but whenever he has time to meditate and regulate his breathing, he will mentally rehearse the moves.
Even though she is still in a daze, her inner energy can still flow automatically as she deduces the moves in her mind.
In this way, having obtained a complete copy of the "Longevity Manual," the two competing forces within his body finally reached a true balance and even tranquility...
His tightly furrowed brows gradually smoothed out.
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The fact that Jiang Ling'er and her companion possessed the "Longevity Manual" at the martial arts tournament was an accident, but the Jin army's southward march with the intention of seizing Jinling was a premeditated plan.
It is unknown how much time passed, but even the Fengyue Tower where Kong Wu stayed was breached by the Jin soldiers.
The Jin army poured in.
As Pei Xuan said, the Jurchens were bloodthirsty by nature, especially the branch led by Wanyan Yao.
In broad daylight, the Jin soldiers grabbed the girl and attempted to assault her, but Wen Chengan and Gan Zishi swiftly and decisively slit her throat.
However, most of those hiding here were women, children, and the wounded. Wen Chengan, Gan Zishi, Yuan Zao, and others were simply outnumbered and outmatched.
Without hesitation, Pei Xuan took out a silver needle from his pocket as soon as the bleeding on his back stopped, but Ma Qingmei immediately snatched it away!
"If the third silver needle goes in... you're asking for trouble!"
The young Taoist priest's handsome face was almost completely bloodless. He raised his eyes and glanced at Ma Qingmei, his phoenix eyes carrying his usual mischievous smile.
Although they had only spent a few days together, Ma Qingmei knew that his mind was made up, but she didn't know why...
Why did she hide the silver needle behind her back and stubbornly refuse to give it to him?
The smile in the young Taoist's eyes gradually faded.
Once those phoenix eyes lost their smile, they appeared cold, distant, and unapproachable.
Seeing the young Taoist's furrowed brows, Ma Qingmei bit her lip tightly, knowing that she couldn't persuade him in the end. Just as she was about to return the silver needles to him, she suddenly saw Pei Xuan turn his head and look back. From her angle, she could see the sudden glint in his eyes.
It was as if the desolate night had suddenly been lit up.
But the next moment he collapsed.
She collapsed into the arms of the person who came to her.
Jiang Ling'er struck Pei Xuan on the back, knocking him unconscious. She helped him up and positioned him comfortably against the door.
"Let him sleep."
Ma Qingmei was startled when she saw Jiang Ling'er, then her eyes lit up:
"You...you're all better now!"
Yuan Zao turned around in response, also pleasantly surprised: "Sister Ling'er!"
Before Jiang Ling'er could respond, she used the Mysterious Step technique to kill dozens of Jin soldiers in the blink of an eye!
Wen Cheng'an and Gan Zishi were both dumbfounded. Gan Zishi nudged Wen Cheng'an beside him with his elbow and muttered, "Has she... gotten stronger again?"
Wen Chengan didn't speak, but his unusual silence implied acquiescence.
Jiang Ling'er pinched the cheek of the little crybaby Yuan Zao. Lian Sheng followed behind her, constantly chanting "Amitabha, forgive me, forgive me." He hadn't heard it since he took off his woman's clothes and put back on his monk's robe.
Jiang Ling'er glanced at the boys and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that they were all safe and sound.
That way, she could go to the front lines with peace of mind.
Yuan Zao, Gan Zishi, and Wen Cheng'an were originally entrusted by Liu Yirong to temporarily guard this place. Now that the Jin soldiers have been dealt with, they immediately responded and followed when they learned that Jiang Ling'er was going there.
Jiang Ling'er suddenly paused, turned around, and found a beautiful woman looking at her with a rather inquisitive expression.
Jiang Ling'er scratched her cheek and asked in surprise, "Do we know each other?"
Gan Zishi glanced at Jiang Ling'er, then at Liu Yirong, and for some reason seemed quite nervous.
“The young lady resembles a friend of mine…” Liu Yirong smiled brightly and shook her head. “It’s nothing, take care.”
Young镖主 (Young Master of Escorts)
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Open the river of blood, build the city of blood.
The so-called mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Prefect Song Shiliang of Jinling had been waiting for reinforcements from the imperial court, but in the end, all he received was... an empty letter.
The belief that had been held so tightly finally broke down, and he coughed up a handful of blood.
"You think you can avenge Lu Qingyuan?"
Kong Wu stepped on Ma Sanye, whose eyes were bloodshot and who was glaring at her, almost covered in blood, and smiled contemptuously, "You call yourselves heroes, yet in this vast martial world, there isn't a single one..."
Kong Wu paused, glancing back at the large group of people not far away.
Ma Rujiao descended into madness, driven by the belief that "find Wanyan Yao and kill him!" He relentlessly threw punch after punch, each blow, though not necessarily aimed, was enough to destroy lives with a single sweep of wind. However, the endless stream of Jin soldiers swarmed towards him like flies and ants, and he found himself trapped.
She couldn't defeat this monster.
However, even if we keep at it this way, we can wear him down until he dies.
Kong Wu smiled contemptuously, stepped over Master Ma's chest, and strode away.
Despair pervaded the air.
Suddenly, a pebble hit Kong Wu's back and then fell back down.
A child, no more than seven or eight years old, yelled at her, his face turning red:
"The chief镖头 (chief镖头 is a term for a镖师, meaning a bodyguard or镖师 is a person who is a镖师) will definitely come to save us!"
Because it was thrown by a child without any internal force, Kong Wu was unable to defend against it.
However, hearing his childish words, and recalling that the "chief镖师" Zhao Xiao he mentioned was probably holding the fake "Longevity Manual" she gave him at this moment, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, or even suffering from qi deviation, would probably be the least of his worries.
Kong Wu laughed, a charming and unrestrained laugh, shaking her head repeatedly, it was unclear whether she was referring to the child or someone else:
"How naive. You're kind of cute... I'll give you a quick death."
Master Ma gritted his teeth and roared, "Demon...stop!"
Kong Wu lightly tapped the child with her finger, then suddenly paused, her eyebrows twitched, and she looked up again at the throng of people—
He focused his gaze and squinted.
Those present couldn't help but follow her gaze. At first glance, nothing seemed strange. Even if Ma Rujiao possessed an iron will and his Dragon-Binding Fist was unparalleled, it couldn't withstand the resistance of hundreds or even thousands of flesh and blood. His actions and destructive power had slowed considerably compared to before.
But there was a faint... faint hissing sound, like the fuse of gunpowder being lit...
While everyone was still confused, the sharp-eyed child suddenly screamed:
"It's the young master! The young master has come to save us! The young master has come to save us!"
As soon as the child finished speaking, a white light suddenly flashed like lightning, and almost at the same time, the Jin soldiers who were swarming around Ma Rujiao were blown to the ground.
Amidst the swirling dust, the woman in her blue dress stood out, her sleeves billowing high in the air.
She gazed at Kong Wu and the endless stream of Jin soldiers, rubbed her nose, raised her chin, and felt as if a bluish-purple electric current was coursing through her palm:
"Uncle Ma, you go ahead, I'll take care of things here."
Ma Rujiao laughed loudly: "Good girl! You've inherited your father's style!"
After saying that, he turned around and ran wildly towards Wanyan Yao, who was surrounded by Jin soldiers!
"Wanyan, you old dog, come and face your death!"
Kong Wu watched Ma Rujiao's retreating figure as he ran towards Wanyan Yao and knew something was wrong. But the familiar figure blocking her way again made her eyes redden slightly, and she almost bit the words out between her teeth:
"Jiang, Ling, Er".
It's you again!
"You managed to escape last time, so let's have a proper fight. You won't run away again this time, will you?"
Yesterday's action impressed me with how quickly the girl had transformed herself. However, I could also see that even with expert guidance, forcing her to grow too fast and being too eager for quick results would inevitably lead to her going astray.
Just like a dying person experiencing a brief burst of energy before death, it's not surprising that their fighting prowess might temporarily surge.
“Me too…” Jiang Ling’er paused, sniffed, and found herself bleeding slightly from her nose. She brushed it away with her sleeve, then raised her hands again, gestured with her chin towards Kong Wu, and said smugly, “I had the same idea.”
Kong Wu paused for a moment, then suddenly covered her lips and laughed.
"I've really fallen for you. If you hadn't opposed me, I would have actually considered taking you as my last disciple..." Kong Wu said, her eyes glancing at the specks of blood on her sleeve, which undoubtedly confirmed her guess. She narrowed her eyes, changed her tone, and murmured, "Unfortunately, that can only happen in the next life."
Before he finished speaking, he struck out with an extremely vicious palm strike aimed straight at his heart!
Jiang Ling'er did not dodge or retreat. Naturally, she would not underestimate the dignified Right Protector of the Demonic Sect. She turned around and used the most domineering palm strike of the Thunderclap Palm, "Soaring Serpent Without Feet," to meet his palm strike!
The moment their palms met, Kong Wu felt a numbness in her palms. She thought to herself that this was nothing special. She was still the same ignorant girl she had just met. She was just trying to fool people and hadn't improved at all.
But the next second, a huge amount of energy burst out from his palm, like a thunderbolt, and before Kong Wu could react, he was sent flying dozens of feet away!
He vomited a mouthful of blood!
She stared in disbelief at her charred palms and trembling fingertips...
“I never said I wanted to be your disciple.”
Jiang Ling'er snorted and clapped her hands. Actually, her palms were also a little numb, but as the true energy in her meridians circulated, the two true energies belonging to the Longevity Technique and the Ghostly Soul Book flowed alternately, and her palms, which had been numb from the shock, returned to normal in the blink of an eye.
This is something she only just realized.
When the mind produces orifices, chaos dies.
The gathering of vital energy in a person results in life, while its dispersal results in death.
Life is a borrowed thing; it is born through borrowing. Life is dust and grime; life and death are like day and night.
Just as she holds the Longevity Mantra in her left hand and the Ghostly Soul Book in her right, how could they be contradictory internal energies? One is cold and the other is hot, one is yin and the other is yang, just like the cycle of heaven, which never ends.
Even if an ordinary person, or even a reincarnation of the old镖头 (bodyguard/escort), were to use their "Soaring Serpent Without Feet" palm strike, it would still take some time to gather power. But she merely transferred the power of the Longevity Technique from her left hand to her right, and in the blink of an eye, her right hand was fully charged again!
She raised her hands again, her clothes fluttering even without wind, her breath remaining perfectly steady. The light in her almond-shaped eyes was captivating, fixed directly on Kong Wu:
"Again!"
But as soon as she finished speaking, another drop of blood trickled down her nose, which she wiped away with the back of her hand.
Actually, it's nothing much; it's just that the internal energy in my body is circulating so much that the long-dormant internal energy in my dantian is too abundant.
I have a sore throat.
This battle with Kong Wu is a good way to vent my anger.
Under Jiang Ling'er's gaze, Kong Wu slowly clenched her charred palm.
His face looked worse than ever before.
Even though she was unwilling and didn't want to admit it, she was actually somewhat...
Fear.
Meanwhile, Abbot Jinghai rested his head on Liansheng's arm, and Liansheng tried his best to cover the piercing wound in his chest, but it was all in vain.
"You...you promise your master one thing."
Lian Sheng nodded repeatedly, tears welling in her eyes.
"This disciple will certainly not fail Master's expectations!"
"On behalf of this humble monk, I extend my greetings to my senior brother Xuanming. Before I die, I truly, truly wish to see the flowers of Qixia Temple one last time..."
Abbot Jinghai murmured as he breathed his last in Liansheng's arms.
Meanwhile, Kong Wu was once again sent flying by Jiang Ling'er's "Double Cloud Flying Lightning" palm strike!
She was always pragmatic, so this time she wasn't stunned or shocked, but instead... she turned and ran!
And just like that, they ran away.
They ran away.
Jiang Ling'er: "..."
Jiang Ling'er was stunned for a moment, and waited for a while to make sure that Kong Wu had escaped. She was about to go forward to chase after her when something even more unexpected happened.
A unified, thunderous roar echoed:
"Young Master Escort! Young Master Escort! Young Master Escort!"
Jiang Ling'er looked back and saw only the people of Jinling.
She stared blankly at them, most of whom were her fellow villagers who had watched her grow up.
While she dealt a heavy blow to Kong Wu, she also inspired and encouraged everyone.
Suddenly, a powerful and deep voice pierced the air—
"Good girl, come and help me!"
Jiang Ling'er glanced at Kong Wu's fleeing figure, turned around, and used the Misty Step to assist Ma Rujiao!
The two advanced with unstoppable momentum, cutting through enemy lines as if they were in an empty field, and reaching deep into the heart of the Jin army's territory!
Both martial arts practitioners and ordinary citizens of Jinling were inspired by the two men, their fighting spirit surging and their morale soaring.
"Defend Nanjing! Defend Nanjing!"
"Defend Nanjing!!!"
They were all engaged in a chaotic battle with the Jin soldiers!
With Jiang Ling'er's help, Ma Rujiao was able to extricate himself from the Jin army and take Wanyan Yao's head amidst the thousands of troops!
"You scoundrel! I'll take your dog's life!!!"
Ma Rujiao suddenly stopped, a feather piercing his chest!
Immediately afterwards, hundreds of feathers pierced his body!
Ma Rujiao's eyes suddenly widened, becoming like copper bells, and he remained motionless.
He was lifeless.
Wanyan Yao stared at the rough, large hand that was so close to him. His eyes widened and his blood drained away. It took him a while to recover. He then drew his broadsword from his waist and slashed straight at Ma Rujiao's neck!
"You think you can take my head?!"
The precious sword, which should have been able to cut through iron like mud, was stuck in Ma Rujiao's neck and could not be moved.
Wanyan Yao was already known for his extraordinary strength, capable of lifting a tripod, but at this moment he was as if he were stuck in a quagmire and unable to move.
Then, a look of horror appeared in his eyes.
My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hold the knife.
Suddenly, Ma Rujiao's eyes, which were almost bulging out of their sockets like copper bells, twitched, and he burst into loud laughter:
"Hahahaha... Life is nothing but a good laugh, then turn around and leave!"
The moment the words left his mouth, to Wanyan Yao's horrified gaze, he snatched the knife from Wanyan Yao's neck and cleanly severed Wanyan Yao's head!
The moment Wanyan Yao's head fell to the ground, Ma Rujiao also closed his eyes, yet he remained standing alone in the world, his body riddled with arrows.
Ma Qingmei cried out in anguish, "Father!"
Jiang Ling'er turned around, her eyes trembling: "Uncle Ma!"
Dawn was breaking.
Only now did the imperial court's officials arrive, belatedly.
The leaderless Jin army was quickly wiped out by the Song army.
After clearing the scene, Song soldiers suddenly turned their weapons on Jiang Ling'er!
After a moment of stunned silence, Yuan Wenkang flew into a rage: "What are you doing?!"
The plaque for "Number One Escort in the World" was bestowed by the Emperor himself. He had done many things for the government. The news that the old escort chief's mansion contained letters between him and the Jurchens and that he was "colluding with the Jurchens" naturally spread throughout the court and the country.
The Song soldier in charge shouted: "Yuan Wenkang! Jiang Ling'er is the daughter of a criminal. If you don't want to be implicated, leave quickly and we might spare your life!"
Yuan Wenkang was furious, but refused to back down in the slightest.
Yuan Zao and his cousins from the "Number One Escort in the World" all stepped forward at the same time. Then, heroes from the martial arts world, including Gan Zishi, Wen Cheng'an, and Master Ma, also stepped forward to block Jiang Ling'er's way.
The Song soldiers were furious: "As expected of those thugs who defy the law with force! You still want to..."
Before he could finish speaking, a pebble hit him right in the face!
The child once again stood in front of Jiang Ling'er:
"You are not allowed to harm the young master!"
Jiang Ling'er was stunned. At this moment, she and Ma Qingmei were guarding Ma Rujiao. They wanted to step forward and pull the child down, but they saw more and more...
More and more people stood in front of her.
Jiang Ling'er was stunned for a moment, and stood there in a daze.
Finally, Song Shiliang stepped in front, his voice resounding:
"She is Jiang Ling'er, the one who defeated the demon and drove away the Yellow-Headed Slave, the daughter of the old镖头 (bodyguard/escort), the number one镖小主 (bodyguard/escort leader) in the world, and a daughter of Jinling. You cannot take her away."
The Song soldiers were furious: "Are you trying to rebel?!"
"presumptuous!"
As they approached from afar, the Seven Sons of Lingxiao escorted Zhang Liangxiang as they hurried over.
The moment Zhang Liangxiang dismounted, he almost staggered to the wounded Jiang Ling'er, Master Ma, Yuan Wenkang, and others, then to the fallen Ma Rujiao, who had died heroically with several arrows in his body, and to all the wounded civilians—
He bent down and bowed deeply.
"I, Zhang Xu, know that I am but a humble man with little influence... On behalf of the nation and its people, I thank you all!"
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Part 1 complete.
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Author's Note: ① This story is based on real Song Dynasty history, but please note that it is a fictional Song Dynasty story!
Volume 1 is finished!!! Originally, "Walking on Thin Ice" was planned to be in my column, but due to some unexpected issues, it's still in the same book. Sorry everyone!!! I'll save the second volume for later; it should be released around July. We'll see each other soon!!!
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