Der Mond scheint hell über den leeren Bergen, und Blumen füllen den Himmel

Kapitel 19

“They are definitely not young ladies from ordinary families.” Fu Guan said, “A young lady from an ordinary family would not go out alone like this, let alone find a husband to marry. This group of people is indeed suspicious. Let’s see if they know martial arts. If they do, then they are very likely women from Furong Manor.”

“That makes sense. There aren’t many girls in this world who are very skilled in martial arts,” Copper Monk agreed.

"I'll go." The burly man in blue suddenly spoke, raising his five-ringed broadsword. He didn't like to talk, but every word he spoke carried immense weight, and his actions reflected his words.

"Brother Lan's swordsmanship is superb; he is truly a rare master of the sword in the martial world. Brother Lan's visit to Taiwan would be most appropriate," said Master Qinghe with a smile.

This burly man in blue was named Lan Linlong. He was unknown, but he was surprisingly calm and skilled in martial arts in Junshan Yizai. Therefore, Master Qinghe treated him with great courtesy.

In the "Miss's" guest room.

Bi Qiuhan sat cross-legged, meditating and recuperating, while Nan Ge lay on the bed, still unconscious. Originally, Sheng Xiang had pressed Bi Qiuhan's acupoints and forced him to wear the dress adorned with phoenix feathers, but the pressure points released themselves when the time came. The first thing Bi Qiuhan did after regaining his mobility was to fling the dress as far as he could. Afterward, he tried to calm himself and rest, hoping his severely injured body would recover as soon as possible.

Calmly, without dwelling on the bizarre and inexplicable things Shengxiang had done, he slowly circulated his inner energy. Gradually, his mind became clear, and he could see and hear things from within. Many subtle sounds that he couldn't usually hear and sensations of hot and cold air that he couldn't usually feel seemed exceptionally clear. The sword wound was severe, but fortunately, it hadn't damaged his meridians. With rest for two or three months, it would surely heal completely.

"Try your eyebrows...try your eyebrows..." Nan Ge, who had been asleep for a day and a night, suddenly uttered some incoherent words, vaguely saying, "Try..." He didn't finish his sentence.

Bi Qiuhan, still not fully absorbed in his cultivation, was slightly startled by what he heard. Was he still thinking about Miss Shi? He couldn't believe that Nan Ge, usually so bold and seemingly indifferent, also had unresolved worries. Before he could finish his thought, he suddenly heard Nan Ge call out again: "Wen Sheng! Wen Sheng…why did you force me to kill you…I actually…didn't want you to die at all…"

Wen Sheng? Nan Ge's enemy? Friend?

He was treating the patient's illness, but his attention was also distracted by Nan Ge's delirious ramblings. In that brief moment of distraction, suddenly there was a loud "crack," the window bolt was violently snapped, and a burly man in a blue shirt climbed in through the window. Without a word, he slashed at the unconscious Nan Ge with a knife.

He drew his blade, which was already just about to strike Nan Ge's nose when Bi Qiuhan heard a "whoosh" as the blade was drawn! What a seasoned and swift swordsmanship! Terrified, he disregarded his injury and struck at the man in blue with a palm, shouting urgently, "Spare him!"

The man in blue remained silent, then turned his sword to receive the blow. "There was definitely a trap," he muttered to himself. "Such excellent martial arts skills, yet you're all pretending to be women. You're all no good people." He spoke as if he were a simpleton, but as he sheathed his sword, he slashed straight down, the force concentrated on the blade, clearly determined to cleave Nan Ge in two from the center of her head.

Bi Qiuhan gritted her teeth, pressed her hand against the wound on her right waist, leaped up, and kicked a chair, sending it flying towards the blue-robed man's broadsword. "You've misunderstood! Who are you? I am..."

"The enemy." The man in blue slashed the chair in half with his knife. The chair was as fragile as paper under his blade, showing that he was not only skilled with a knife, but that the knife was also a deadly weapon.

"Wait! Please listen to me..." Bi Qiuhan was unarmed and seriously injured, and in the midst of recovering from his injuries, he leaped up. He could barely withstand the blue-robed man's series of fierce slashes and hacks, managing to deflect several attacks while panting heavily.

With a clang, the door opened, and a shop assistant came in carrying a teapot. He was so frightened by the scene in the room that he dropped the teapot on the ground.

Upon seeing this, the man in blue threw his knife, aiming it at the waiter!

Bi Qiuhan darted in front of the waiter, intercepting the flying knife. The powerful force of the blade forced the waiter back three steps. Although he saved the waiter's life, he was already ten steps away from Nan Ge, and there was no way he could help her in time! Forced back three steps, his face changed drastically.

Without hesitation, the man in blue threw a punch at Nan Ge's chest. His internal energy was so powerful; wouldn't this punch pierce through Nan Ge's chest? Bi Qiuhan, disregarding his own safety, rushed forward. He only hoped the man in blue wouldn't accidentally injure an innocent person, ignoring the possibility that he himself might be killed by the man in blue's punch.

"My God—" The waiter was quite reckless; seeing his savior in grave danger, he yelled and rushed forward, grabbing the man in blue from behind. "Murder—"

Just as the man in blue was about to deliver a punch that could seriously injure any of the three, a sword light burst forth from under the covers! As soon as the sword appeared, a "whoosh" was heard, and the sword light, extremely clear and confident, suddenly pierced straight for the man in blue's brow!

The man in blue had initially been in a favorable position; of the three men before him, one was unconscious, one was seriously injured, and the other knew no martial arts. Any one of his punches could kill any of them. But suddenly, Bi Qiuhan disregarded his own safety and leaped forward. He was caught by the waiter, and a flash of sword light appeared before them!

He went from an excellent situation to an extremely dangerous one—if he wasn't careful, he would be hit by Bi Qiuhan's fists and feet, or have a sword pierce his eyebrow!

Who lives? Who dies? In an instant, the sword light surged like a full moon over the martial world, with hundreds of streams of light converging on a single point between the blue-robed man's brows!

But the man in blue didn't dodge—because he didn't dodge, Bi Qiuhan caught his fists that were about to come down.

He did not resist, and he let the waiter hold him around the waist, preventing him from being thrown away.

Do you want to die?

The answer is: No.

Just as the sword's momentum surged uncontrollably, it stopped, stopping precisely at the blue-robed man's brow, just a hair's breadth away. Then, a cough came from the bed, and Nan Ge asked, "Who are you?"

He asked weakly, and no one who heard him would have imagined that this man, who seemed to be delirious from illness, could deliver such a clear, sharp, and decisive sword strike! He could draw his sword with such confidence and domineering power!

"A fine sword." The man in blue stared intently at the sword tip in the southern singer's voice, which was pointing directly at his brow. "A truly masterful strike, 'Qiantang River Waters, Zhejiang Tide'!"

Half-conscious from the fever, Nan Ge asked listlessly, "Who are you? This sword strike... cough cough... is never passed on to anyone but a member of the Nan family... cough cough, how could you possibly know about it?"

"He's the nephew of the grandson's daughter of your cousin's brother's wife's older brother." A head popped out of the window that had just been shaken open, and the pretty "Xiang'er" said with a smile.

"What is that?" Nan Ge's brain was completely unable to think.

"Idiot!" Shengxiang rolled her eyes at him. "In short, he must be a relative of yours."

Upon hearing this, Bi Qiuhan released the blue-robed man's wrist and went to regulate his own chaotic internal energy. He had forgotten when it started, but whenever Sheng Xiang spoke, he abandoned his sense of responsibility to protect someone. He subconsciously believed that as long as he piqued this young master's interest, everything would easily fall into place.

“My surname is Lan,” the man in blue finally spoke. “Bibi is my sworn brother.” He was concise, meaning that Shengxiang had guessed wrong; he was not a relative of the Nan family, but rather a friend of Nan Bibi.

Nan Ge rarely heard anyone call his once-philandering father "Bi Bi," and paused for a moment, "Father's older brother?"

Lan Linlong nodded. "I came to Junshan to find you." He spoke very little, but every word he uttered was startling. "Bibi entrusted me with something. I didn't want to give it to you, but lately the talk of revenge has been going on and on, and I'm worried." He didn't explain what he was worried about, but pulled a letter from his pocket and stuffed it directly into Nan Ge's arms. "This is a letter that Xiao Ji wrote to Bibi."

Nan Ge was stunned again. He had never seen his father since he was a child and did not have much resentment towards his enemies. But one day, a person claiming to be his father's sworn brother suddenly handed him something that was very close to the true face of his enemy. For a moment, he did not know how to answer.

Bi Qiuhan's eyes lit up. If the letter was real, then it wouldn't be long before the true face of that mysterious laughing lady was revealed, the bloodshed at the four gates would be solved, and Li Lingyan's blind slaughter could be stopped!

“Bibi hates swords and knives, and I don’t think he’ll be happy that you’re avenging him,” Lan Linlong said, picking up his five-ringed broadsword and turning around. “He’s always only interested in beautiful women.”

"Wait—wait, Uncle Lan." Nan Ge held the letter. "What kind of person was my father when he was alive?"

Lan Linlong didn't turn around, but calmly took the knife and walked away, saying, "A good person."

He just left like that.

Nan Ge stared blankly in the direction he left for a long time. "He was afraid I would seek revenge, so he specially sent me a letter. He's a strange person."

“His strangeness is his family’s business.” A sudden gust of wind blew by the bedside, and he felt a chill in his hand. Shengxiang had already snatched the letter from his hand. “Let me see what this love letter says. It’s a rare find…” He really did tear open the envelope in a few quick movements and began to read the letter.

"What does the letter say? Does it mention who Xiao Ji is? Who has she been in close contact with?" Bi Qiuhan couldn't help but ask.