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"It loosens when it gets wet?" Chu Junfeng found it very interesting. "Who told you that? I've never heard of that before?"

“Jin Yong,” Mo Xibei turned her head, “you…” She wanted to say, how come you’ve never heard of him? Is it just something made up in a novel? However, she didn’t say the rest of her words because the bed was too soft and the two of them were too close. Just now, when she moved, Chu Junfeng’s head couldn’t help but turn two points in her direction. Now, when she turned her head again, the tips of their noses were almost touching, and the posture was extremely ambiguous.

"Who is Jin Yong?" Chu Junfeng also felt a little uncomfortable. It was quite awkward for two people, even two men, to be so close together.

"Stay away from me." At the same time, Mo Xibei became awkward and instinctively dodged, causing the silkworm silk to tighten even more, making her tears almost fall from her eyes.

"Don't move, be careful." Knowing the danger, Chu Junfeng quickly stopped her.

The three girls had been gone for a long time, and both of them understood that waiting like this wasn't a solution. Besides, even if that spoiled young lady returned, she might not be willing to let them go so easily. However, Mo Xibei wasn't sure if the silkworm silk would loosen when wet, so she seriously considered what to do.

"Can you turn over?" Chu Junfeng suddenly asked her.

"What for?" she replied irritably. She shouldn't have agreed to let him board the ship in the first place, at least not in the afternoon. Mo Xibei thought to himself that he had boarded a pirate ship and his life was in danger.

“Turn your back, I’ll lean in, and you can try to untie it.” Chu Junfeng frowned. “I have a bad feeling, hurry up, let’s try.”

However, everything always happens much faster than people can predict.

Mo Xibei's fingers barely touched Chu Junfeng's rope. The slight tremor on the deck indicated that someone had jumped up from the shore or the water—one, two, three… seven people. Mo Xibei had never felt so clumsy before; his fingers felt stiff, completely unable to find a way to get to the rope.

The footsteps of the seven people were exceptionally synchronized, as if they were one person, moving little by little to their half-open doorway, and then moving inside.

Sweat rolled down Mo Xibei's forehead.

Almost simultaneously, the light of blades flashed above the heads of the two men.

That was one of the few times Mo Xibei had experienced that she was extremely tense and terrified. She felt Chu Junfeng give her fingertips a slight push, and then the two of them used their strength to dodge to the side.

However, it wasn't enough. The seven men's knives, accurate and swift, seemed to strike without any thought, relentlessly and continuously.

Volume One: Ten Years of Wandering the Martial World, Chapter Twelve

"I hope your method works." As she rolled around on the ground, looking disheveled, dodging the blades, Mo Xibei suddenly heard Chu Junfeng say something like that. Then, blood splattered all over her body and face. The silkworm silk, upon encountering the hot blood, actually loosened.

The moment her hands and feet broke free of their restraints, Mo Xibei felt a surge of pain in her chest. She kicked away a blade that was slashing at her, used the momentum to spin around, and the soft sword that had been coiled at her waist roared as it was drawn from its sheath like a dragon. As soon as it was drawn, it drew blood. This was something her master had repeatedly emphasized when teaching her swordsmanship: a good sword should either not be drawn at all, or when it is drawn, it should drink the blood of the enemy, so as not to waste the sword spirit that the master swordsman had painstakingly forged.

One, two, three—three moves wounded three people. The enemy then abandoned their fighting and launched a feint but fierce attack before scattering and fleeing in all directions. They crashed through several windows and fell into the canal, disappearing in an instant.

Chu Junfeng was stabbed, and the silkworm silk had loosened upon contact with blood. He managed to break free and sat down to the side. He looked at Mo Xibei's sword and exclaimed in admiration, "It's such a pity that Brother Mo, with such skill, refuses to show his face in the world."

"What a waste!" Even Mo Xibei couldn't help but curse at this moment. "I knew the road of the martial world was not easy, and not everyone can be a hero. Look, we still have several days to go before we reach Henan Prefecture, and look what we've done."

"It seems like I'm the one who's injured. You saved me and became a hero, so why are you so angry?" Chu Junfeng seemed puzzled. As soon as he moved, he frowned and gave a soft hum.

"You're really something. Didn't you ever consider that some silkworms don't loosen when they get wet? Or that blood and water are different for silkworms?" She squatted down, feeling her hands were still a little weak. This was the first time she had injured someone and drawn blood in one of her few battles. Her chest felt tight. After calming herself down, she thought about how Chu Junfeng's injury, although it was for his own survival, ultimately saved her. She wasn't unmoved, but when it came to action, she simply dragged Chu Junfeng up and pressed him onto the bed, pretending not to hear his painful gasps. Then, with a sudden burst of force, her already torn clothes ripped in two.

Chu Junfeng's skin was very good, unusually smooth and delicate for a man, with few scars. It seemed he rarely got hurt, Mo Xibei thought first. She glanced at him again, and then, somewhat belatedly, she realized that a grown woman shouldn't feel shy in front of a half-naked grown man, like Hong Lü, whose face flushed and hands and feet went numb the moment Chu Junfeng smiled at her. But why didn't she feel that way? Not only did she not feel shy, but she even had a shameful desire to secretly touch him. It must be because she was too old. Although her body was probably less than 20 years old, her mindset was old, so old that she no longer felt any tender affection for young men, only pure appreciation.

From an aesthetic point of view, Chu Junfeng was seriously injured; the wound tore apart his perfect skin, leaving a hideous mark.

Fortunately, his injury was on his back. The wound was long but shallow, showing that even in the face of death, he still tried his best to control the depth of the wound. Such a superficial wound would probably heal in a few days. It is unimaginable that he could do such a thing under such circumstances.

"Young Master? What happened?" Just as Mo Xibei was considering whether to bandage Chu Junfeng's wounds, Tian Xin, who had not shown herself, suddenly ran in from outside.

"Where did you come from?" Mo Xibei was startled. She was perfectly fine, but for some reason, after being looked at by Tian Xin, she suddenly felt the temperature on her face rise to the point where it could cook an egg.

"Young Master asked me to go along the river to check if all the sailors who jumped into the river have made it ashore." Tian Xin didn't seem too surprised by Chu Junfeng's injury. She had already skillfully come over, took the medicine, and bandaged the wound, but her mouth didn't stop.

"So what did you see, and what did you find out?" Mo Xibei quickly stood up. She didn't know how to do these things. Fortunately, Tian Xin was there, so she could stand aside and watch easily.

“They got ashore, but they died,” Tian Xin replied. “When I arrived, I only saw their bodies. I don’t know whether they were killed after entering the water and their bodies were washed ashore, or whether they were killed after getting ashore.”

"There's no difference. I didn't expect Murong Lianyun to be so ruthless." Mo Xibei shook his head, the image of the beauty and the scorpion flashing through his mind. Sure enough, beautiful women are terrifying; human life is just a game to them. Thinking of those corpses and the fact that he almost became one of them, Mo Xibei decided that if that girl dared to come back, he would not be polite. She almost killed him. Although he was alright now, a grudge must be avenged. Humph, he would definitely make her pay, make her pay!

“I don’t think today’s events were necessarily the work of Miss Murong.” Chu Junfeng shook his head. “She is still young, and besides, she comes from a strict family. She shouldn’t be capable of doing something so vicious.”

"You talk like you know her so well, but what about you? You almost got killed by her. The scars haven't even healed yet, and you've already forgotten the pain. I think you're really the one who's bewitched, not by beauty." Mo Xibei said sarcastically. From childhood to adulthood, she had always lived by the principle of "I won't bother others unless they bother me." She never expected that today, she would almost lose her life at the hands of a girl she had just met. Humph, who cares who she is, she won't be able to quell her resentment until she gets what's coming to her.

“My young master doesn’t understand Miss Murong, but he understands the Murong family very well. He has been with the family since he was a child…” Tian Xin began to finish her sentence, but was stopped by Chu Junfeng’s stern voice. Tian Xin had served the young master since she was a child and had never seen him so arrogant before. She was at a loss for words.

"He knows the Murong family? He's been here since he was a child... This time, the Murong family is choosing a son-in-law, and your young master rushed here. Did he plan to marry their daughter since he was a child?" Mo Xibei was very good at making intuition. He could guess the rest of the story just by hearing a few words. When he asked the question, Tian Xin looked aggrieved, and Chu Junfeng also had a deep expression.

"I can't be bothered with you. I don't care if you understand the Murong family or Murong Lianyun, but I'm in a bad mood right now, so you'd better disappear from my sight now, immediately, and don't make me say it a second time." Mo Xibei didn't know why he suddenly got angry, and he felt so angry that, not only angry, but also some other inexplicable emotions suddenly erupted.

Volume One: Ten Years in the Jianghu, Chapter Thirteen

Everyone on the ship was unharmed. When Mo Xibei returned to her room, she found that Chu Junfeng had already left. The tables and chairs that had been overturned during the fight had all been put back in place, and even the Go stones in the box had been picked up one by one. The Go board had even been restored to the layout of the Go game she had played half of with herself that day.

She was impatient with Go, finding its battles and defenses too conservative and subtle, unlike the direct and interesting Gomoku. However, she didn't believe that Chu Junfeng could play Gomoku. He had only seen the board once and was able to set it up exactly the same way. She really didn't know why this person was so thoughtful.

Many fine drops of blood splattered on the curtain. Seeing them was like seeing the scene just now again. Mo Xibei frowned, ripped it off, and startled Honglu who came in afterward.

"I'll take it to wash it if it gets dirty," Red and Green said, squatting down to look at the thing that had offended their master. The bloodstains on it immediately caught Red and Green's attention.

"No need, we have so many bed curtains, one more won't make a difference, let's just keep it for now." Mo Xibei rubbed his head, and took off the bedspread that he had been carefully sewn, telling Honglu to put it away with him.

Then, as the old saying goes, "She chose the path to hell when there was one to heaven."

The girl who called herself "Murong Lianyun" actually returned, accompanied by her two attendants. Seeing Mo Xibei standing unharmed to the side, she asked in surprise, "Why are you up? Weren't you tied up?"

“Yes, I don’t know how I got up, but I know how you will fall.” Mo Xibei laughed, a laugh that was both smug and menacing. The next moment, her hand shot out and grabbed “Murong Lianyun’s” wrist with lightning speed. With a sudden burst of force, the girl cried out in pain, “Ah!”

The two attendants were already on guard, but they didn't expect an ordinary businessman to have such skills. By then, it was too late to save "Murong Lianyun".

Having landed a successful blow, Mo Xibei dragged "Murong Lianyun" back a few steps and said, "If you don't want anything to happen to her, just stand there obediently and press your own pressure points." When she could do less, Mo Xibei would absolutely not exert any more effort. She just smiled and tightened her grip. "Murong Lianyun" could no longer bear it and burst into tears.

"Do you know who she is? Let go of her now!" Suddenly, a follower spoke to Mo Xibei arrogantly, "You can still release her now, otherwise, when we go back to see the Alliance Leader, you'll be in for a world of hurt."