Jianghu (un mundo de artes marciales) - No te cortes

Capítulo 10

Shuangjing ignored him and poured Lin Meihua a cup of tea, handing it to her: "Why is the Hall Master looking for this crescent-shaped jade pendant?"

"Huh?" Plum Blossom looked up, and upon hearing this, bit her lower lip, stubbornly turning her head away, refusing to utter a sound.

Another awkward child appeared. Shuangjing shook her head and sighed, "Well, Master, Tianxia Inn must know that everyone wants this jade pendant and the mirror from Chongchonglou, right?" She casually looked out the window at the scenery rushing past, resting her chin on her hand, "If you want me to give you the jade pendant, I need a reason, don't I?"

"..." Mei Hua still bit her lower lip heavily, remaining silent. She glanced at Xuan Sheng beside her, only to see him still frowning and searching for ointment in the box, showing no interest in his surroundings.

Turning her head, she saw the Seven Stones Sect Master sitting slumped on a soft couch, wrapped in thick fur, looking at her lazily like a cat basking in the sun.

After a long pause, the stunningly beautiful woman finally spoke, her voice icy: "My third sister was assassinated last month. The murderer is likely one of the people who have been chasing this Half-Moon Luo Ying." She quickly glanced at Shuang Jing, and seeing that she had no expression whatsoever, she couldn't help but clench her fists.

"Before my third sister died, five people came to buy information, but she only refused one buyer. That person came to inquire about this jade pendant."

Tianxia Inn: The Plains Are Suddenly Far Away 2

"I see..." After listening, Shuangjing remained silent for a moment before calmly replying. Then she turned to look at the scenery outside.

To make it easier for people to gather information, Tianxia Inn was divided into eight halls, each named after a flower.

According to the rules of Tianxia Inn, in order to avoid stirring up unnecessary grudges in the martial arts world, not all information can be revealed. Each hall master has the right not to sell information, but once they refuse, they must immediately notify the other seven parties and provide an explanation; if there is a valid reason, with unanimous agreement, the other seven parties will also keep the information confidential; otherwise, the hall that refuses must provide the information requested by the buyer free of charge.

In other words, even if one party refuses, you can wait a few days to see how others respond.

Thinking of this, Shuangjing couldn't help but look at Meihua. Meihua seemed to know what she was thinking and shook her head, saying, "The other seven halls have unanimously decided to seal off the whereabouts of this half-moon jade pendant; but this assassin struck before my third sister got the answer."

Oh? Shuang Jing raised an eyebrow. So impatient?

She slowly poured herself another cup of tea, tilted her head, and leaned against the slightly bumpy car window as she drank it.

Well, she didn't know the origin of the jade pendant and the mirror Che Shui was holding. Her reluctance to give these two items to the assassins who came to forcibly seize them was merely a mischievous act: the more they wanted them, the less she would give them to them. Who knows, maybe one day when she was in a good mood, she would just toss them to someone she liked.

Furthermore, those two items were indeed very important mementos for their youthful recklessness that would never return.

Now, only these things can prove the unity and friendship that the four of them once shared.

However, these two items seem to have a significant origin?

She had assumed those who came to her door were there to challenge the legends of the past, seeking to solidify their own positions in the martial arts world. Turns out, the mirror and jade pendant were so important that even the eight hall masters of Tianxia Inn were keeping the news under wraps to avoid trouble?

This is really interesting.

Shuangjing thought with a smile, but when she turned her head, she felt warm fingers pressing against her chin.

Before her, Xuan Sheng gently lifted her chin with one hand, while applying medicine to her cut neck with the other. His face, half-hidden in sunlight, showed unease and embarrassment with furrowed brows, but he was still unusually serious as he continued to clean her wound.

His movements were incredibly gentle, as serene as a breeze rippling across a lake, as warm as the winter sun. The carriage was traveling on an uneven road, and the bumps and jolts would cause the tea in his hands to spill slightly, but he did not flinch at all. His fingers moved steadily and calmly over her skin, his eyes serene and composed.

She gazed at him, lost in thought. She seemed to be contemplating something, yet couldn't quite grasp a single idea. She could only hold her breath and look up at him, letting all the surrounding noise fade away, leaving only him and a few rays of slanting sunlight, existing quietly and peacefully.

but……

Xuan Sheng's expression suddenly changed, as if he had woken up from a sleepwalk. His eyes gradually cleared and regained their brightness, and he realized what he was doing.

Looking down, I saw a pair of smiling faces, like a soybean flower in full bloom, and my left hand on her chin, while my right hand was rubbing her neck up and down.

"...!" As if his fingertips had touched a raging fire, he jerked backward, tripping over the box behind him. All the bottles and jars in the medicine box fell to the ground. He crashed into the opposite wall, just as the cart lurched heavily over the embankment. He tilted and fell towards the window, his already unsteady feet wobbling from surprise...

So, the two girls sitting quietly in the carriage stared blankly as the second young master of Half Moon City jumped from one side of the carriage to the other, and then... flipped out the window and fell over.

bump-

Che Shui, who was driving in front, thought that the luggage had fallen out due to the shock, so he couldn't help but lean back to look. But he saw Xuan Sheng's face, which was usually as cold as ice, buried in the sand, making very intimate contact with the earth.

"……ah……"

Just as if he had seen a water buffalo grow wings and fly away in front of him, Che Shui opened his mouth in shock, but even forgot to laugh wildly.

However, at that moment, Shuang Jing inside the car suddenly shouted, "A Che!"

Che Shui turned her head, but immediately sensed it...

……murderous look!

His body reacted instinctively; he lightly touched the ground with his toes and leaped backward, rushing into the carriage and pulling Shuang Jing behind him.

At the same time, Plum Blossom brushed past him and stood in front of the window where Shuang Jing had just been leaning, holding two short swords. Before they were drawn, a loud thud could be heard in the distance.

Countless sharp blades pierced through the air and came hurtling towards us!

A deluge of arrows, like a storm, swept towards the carriage.

The sound of weapons clashing rang out continuously. Plum blossoms by the window, their wide sleeves flowing like water, danced. The silver light of the two short swords formed a lightning-like stream in the air. The arrows that were shot seemed to hit an invisible shield. Sparks flew as countless arrows were knocked away.

Behind Mei Hua, Che Shui also blocked the arrows that Mei Hua couldn't reach. She only felt the carriage sink slightly and knew that Xuan Sheng had jumped onto the roof.

Shuangjing was protected behind Cheshui. She hugged her knees, curled up in the corner, and leaned against the car wall to observe calmly.

Arrows rained down, and apart from the area around the three of them, the surrounding area was riddled with holes.

With a whoosh, the sunlight suddenly dimmed, and the dark arrows obscured the sky and clouds.

Taking advantage of the moment, Che Shui jumped out of the window behind Shuang Jing, climbed onto the roof of the car, and stood next to Xuan Sheng.

The usually jovial Master of Chongchonglou closed his eyes, but a smile played on his lips. With a whoosh, two feather fans appeared in his hands without him even noticing.

Arrows rained down like a torrential downpour, tearing through the air and falling like lightning.

Che Shui opened her eyes.

It resembles the graceful movement of a thousand cranes spreading their wings.

The man was dressed in snow-white clothes, his black hair flowing like a spring across the roof of the car. His eyes were half-closed as if he were drunk, and his smile was gentle as water. He waved the feather fan in his hand with ease and even slowness, and it seemed as if thousands or tens of thousands of snowflakes were swirling out of his hand, forming a huge vortex that threw all the arrows out.

Seeing this, Xuan Sheng frowned and said, "Master, I'm leaving this place to you!"

"Oh? Okay..." Che Shui turned around and smiled, a smile so gentle that it sent chills down Xuan Sheng's spine.

Now is not the time to be happy, okay?!

Shuangjing felt the carriage sway again and hurriedly looked out the window, seeing Xuansheng quickly rushing up the small hillside by the roadside.

The assault on the vehicle was momentarily halted. After a brief moment of calm on the mountain, a hundred arrows were unleashed in unison, all aimed at Xuan Sheng.

A strong wind swept by.

Hundreds of silver arrows gleamed coldly ahead, forming a metallic sheen, and pierced past him like sharp ice spikes.

The man gave a cold laugh, his eyes filled with a chilling, piercing aura, like a ghostly demon.

brush--

The two swords on his back were drawn, one black and one white, their sharp blades reflecting a chilling, hellish light.

The crescent moon shines over the city, and the sword must be sheathed; even the King of Hell fears only the twin nights of the night.

Night Sky Sword.

Shuangjing suddenly remembered the second half of the poem. The first two lines had already spread throughout the world because of the fame of the two swords. Five years ago, when they traveled south, the rumors in the martial arts world gradually filled in the last two lines as well.

The next two sentences are...

The group of people lying in ambush on the mountaintop only felt a gust of wind swirl past, and when they opened their eyes, Xuan Sheng was already in front of them.

The wind rises, and once again the sound of leaves and grass rustling.

A cloud drifted past the sun, completely obscuring its warm rays.

The men lying in ambush on the mountaintop only felt a shadow flash by. Their identities as assassins made them more sensitive than ordinary people, so that moment seemed to stretch out slowly before their eyes.

Xuan Sheng leaped high into the air, like an eagle soaring into the sky, and a fierce tide of killing intent swept down upon them like rain.

The surrounding air seemed to reverse, and the branches and grass all bent towards the direction of the Second Young Master of Half Moon City.

At that moment, the forest, which was originally filled with the warm atmosphere of sunlight, seemed to have been cleaved in two by a cleaving blade, howling with the cold of ice and snow.

Whoosh—

Twin blades gleamed, and crimson blood splattered everywhere.

The white sword represents the sky, as if a golden dragon were soaring through the heavens.

The black sword illuminates the night, its shadow seeming to whisper and chuckle like a ghost.

Xuan Sheng lightly touched the dust with his toes, raised his sword, and his black figure flew out like a dancing shadow.

In an instant, it was as if countless shards of frost shot out from his body. Before the people surrounding him could even get close, they could feel the desolate and cold sword energy cutting past them.

The carnage unfolding before their eyes seemed as effortless as a series of easy spins and rises.

The group of assassins stared wide-eyed as the man's movements were slowly magnified. His profile appeared even whiter and more translucent amidst the scattered bloodstains. His silent, steady fingers gripped the hilt of his sword without the slightest hesitation.

"If you see someone in black robes on the road to the underworld, you will be estranged from the Three Lives Stone." Shuang Jing murmured involuntarily.

This refers to Xuan Sheng, the second young master of Half Moon City.

Tianxia Inn: The Plains Are Suddenly Far Away 3

"If you see someone in black robes on the road to the underworld, you will be estranged from the Three Lives Stone." Shuang Jing murmured involuntarily.

This refers to Xuan Sheng, the second young master of Half Moon City.

The ambushing assassins were enraged when they saw him kill several people in a row. They charged forward in unison, shouting and yelling. Xuan Sheng smiled again, and a chilling killing intent emanated from the bend in the road. He rushed towards them at an extremely fast speed, and as he brushed past his opponents, he delivered five swift and fierce blows in succession, slashing through their shoulders, arms, waists, stomachs, and knees.

Several cracking sounds rang out, and many people fell to the ground screaming. In the blink of an eye, someone else came forward with a knife.

One of them shouted, his weapon curved like a crescent moon with sharp serrations. Before he could get close to Xuan Sheng, he dodged to the side and reached behind him, intending to strike his left shoulder.

Unexpectedly, Xuan Sheng dodged to the side, and the Night Sword thrust horizontally from left to right, the wooden hilt striking the man's chest. With a swift swing of the blade, he slashed downwards, and with a clang, the curved sword in his hand was severed and flew away.

Before he could turn around, two more people came to meet him from the left and right.

The man on the right, wielding a longsword, hadn't even made a move when Xuan Sheng's sword hilt struck his arm. The man felt a sharp pain, and as the longsword fell to the ground, Xuan Sheng's Heavenly Sword reversed and slashed down, cutting a deep gash from his face to his chest. If the force had been slightly greater, the man might have been cleaved in two.

There are only a few people left around now.

Seeing that Xuan Sheng had already defeated all his companions, they were terrified, but also fearing that they would be severely punished if they returned injured, they shouted loudly, raised their knives with both hands, and slashed at him.

Xuan Sheng sneered, sheathed his night sword, dodged to the side, moved behind the group, grabbed one of them by the shoulder, turned him around, and punched him in the face until he was covered in blood. Seeing that he hadn't fallen, he struck him several more times from the shoulders, chest, and stomach, until the man finally coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground with a muffled groan. Xuan Sheng turned around and forcefully threw his sword forward.

The Heavenly Sword shot straight forward like a horizontal line, piercing through both of them and landing on a tree. Crimson blood meandered down, staining the emerald green grass with a striking color.