The Jianghu of Feng Qingcheng and Mo Xibei

Chapter 23

"I'm a fool, so I like to be direct in everything I do. Who exactly are you, and what is your relationship with the Eastern Depot?" Mo Xibei sneered, her sharp gaze as cold and ruthless as the edge of her sword.

"Northwest, you shouldn't have asked me this question, but since you have, I can only say that I also want to know who I really am. As for the Eastern Depot, just assume it's what you think." Chu Junfeng's smile slowly faded and finally disappeared. A fleeting emotion that Mo Northwest couldn't quite discern flashed in his eyes. His voice was gentle, and even with a blade at his side, he showed no sign of panic.

"Did you kill Liu Yizhou? Did he know something he shouldn't have known that made you kill him to silence him?" Mo Xibei thought for a moment, then shook his head slightly and said, "You had many opportunities to kill him silently, so why did you deliberately invite me to Mangshan?"

“I didn’t kill Liu Yizhou, Northwest. I admit I did use you in some things, but I didn’t lie to you.” Chu Junfeng shook his head. Perhaps he had temporarily forgotten the weapon in his throat, because this movement tore open his wound, and soon the collar of his snow-white shirt was soaked with blood. “The one who killed Liu Yizhou was someone else. You’ve met this person before. You’ll find out who it is sooner or later. I asked you to come so I could clarify some things with you, but you arrived an hour late. By sheer coincidence, while I was waiting for you, Liu Yizhou also met up with others in the woods at the foot of Mangshan Mountain. Your footsteps alerted them, and Liu Yizhou was murdered to silence him.”

"According to you, Liu Yizhou's death is my fault?" Mo Xibei sneered.

“Liu Yizhou was doomed. Even if it hadn’t been that night, he definitely wouldn’t have lived more than a few days. But your sudden appearance made me worried that you would get hurt and give away your whereabouts, which gave the other side a reason to kill him immediately.” Chu Junfeng said, “Fortune favors the bold. He dared to take that path, so this is the result he had to bear, and he deserved to die. Speaking of which, I admire the person who killed him. In such a short time, he even had time to stab Liu Yizhou twice and frame the two of us. But at the time, no one expected that there was another person besides you and me who was also watching that forest. So, as soon as Liu Yizhou died, his fellow disciples came looking for him immediately.”

"If what you're saying is true, then what's the point of all this?" Mo Xibei sighed. "What's the point of the Imperial Seal?"

"That's a long story. From the perspective of the court, the current emperor was originally a prince, but he was able to inherit the throne because the late emperor had no sons. Over the years, there has been considerable opposition to him in the court. As the Son of Heaven, he has encountered tremendous obstacles in order to posthumously honor his father as emperor. Whoever possesses the Imperial Seal of the State will rule the world. If he can find and obtain the Imperial Seal of the State, which has been lost for hundreds of years, he can claim to be ordained by Heaven. From then on, who can stand in his way? From the perspective of the martial arts world, it has always been said that Chen Youliang's martial arts are unparalleled. Among his treasures, there is a martial arts manual. Whoever can master it will dominate the martial arts world." Chu Junfeng smiled and continued, "Everyone has weaknesses. Unparalleled wealth, unparalleled martial arts, and the power to rule the world are all things they desire most. Let alone killing a few people, even if it means a bloodbath, they are willing to do so as long as they can achieve their wishes."

"Young Master Mo!" Mo Xibei didn't speak, but a series of deliberately heavy footsteps came from outside the door. A moment later, Honglu, who had already left, knocked on the door. Her voice seemed to contain great fear. She said, "Young Master Mo, the people from the Eastern Depot have a letter. They say their director invites you to drink."

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The editor told me that "Mo Xibei's Jianghu" will be available in November. Ugh... I'll post another chapter tomorrow morning, so I'll post less tonight. Please take a look.

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"You can leave now." Mo Xibei glanced at Chu Junfeng silently, his gaze finally landing on the bloodstains on Chu Junfeng's collar, before abruptly sheathing his sword.

"Huang Jin probably suspects you know where the key is, so be careful," Chu Junfeng said.

“Maybe I really have seen the key,” Mo Xibei turned around and opened the door for Honglu.

“Who is Murong Songtao? How could he possibly let you see the key? I know you’re angry with me, angry that I kept so many things from you, but this isn’t something to joke about, you can’t just say things like that.” The moment the door opened, Chu Junfeng suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Mo Xibei’s shoulder, saying, “Xibei, I know I was wrong, please forgive me.”

Honglu stood outside the door, trembling. Three steps away, Liu Qianhu, whom they had met during the day, was staring intently at Honglu's back with a half-smile. When he met Mo Xibei's eyes, he gave an awkward smile, then brazenly looked at Chu Junfeng's hand on Mo Xibei's shoulder, saying with a mixture of regret and mockery, "No wonder you didn't move even with two beauties right in front of you. Turns out you're a slut."

Mo Xibei was taken aback, then turned to look at Chu Junfeng behind him. The two exchanged a smile, which made Liu Qianhu feel a chill and nausea, and he quickly looked away.

"I'm entrusting Honglu to you." Mo Xibei knew that at this moment, the only person she could entrust Honglu to was the one in front of her, so she said this plea in one look.

"Red and green are your own responsibilities. Don't expect me to take care of you for the rest of your life." Chu Junfeng's fingers gripped Mo Xibei's shoulder slightly, then released him without saying a word.

"Let's go, don't keep the factory supervisor waiting." Mo Xibei pried open Honglu's hands that were blocking him, turned around and followed behind Commander Liu. He then gracefully departed.

Huang Jin did not reside within the city of Henan Prefecture, but instead ordered his imperial guards to establish a large camp outside the city, nestled against the mountains and beside the river. At this time, as the sun set, wisps of smoke rose from the camp's chimneys. Warhorses roamed freely, their neighing occasionally echoing through the air. From afar, the scene evoked the imagery of a lone plume of smoke rising straight from the desert, and the setting sun casting a round glow over the long river. All was peaceful and serene.

"I wonder what orders the factory supervisor has summoned me for?" After entering the tent, Mo Xibei clasped his hands in a fist salute to Huang Jin, who was standing inside.

"Young Master Mo is too kind. Ever since I met you that day, I have been thinking of you constantly. I have nothing to do tonight, so I thought I would like to invite you for a drink and a chat." Huang Jin's expression showed no particular emotion as he turned to instruct the eunuch in the tent to serve the dishes.

After a few rounds of drinks, Mo Xibei said, "Today I heard from Lord Liu that my fiancée, Miss Murong, is visiting the factory supervisor. I wonder if it's true or not."

"Miss Murong is indeed a peerless beauty," Huang Jin replied, seemingly changing the subject. Then he asked, "Does Young Master Mo have any other family members?"

“No,” Mo Xibei replied.

"How could this be?" Huang Jin seemed quite regretful. "They're all gone, or perhaps the young master was lost as a child and no longer remembers his family?"

"Both are possible." Mo Xibei smiled, subtly covering his mouth with his sleeve as he raised his cup, slowly pouring the wine into a small cotton-padded pouch in his sleeve, and said casually, "It makes me feel embarrassed that the Director is so concerned about my family affairs."

"Haha, Young Master Mo, as I said, from the moment I saw you, I felt a sense of familiarity, as if I had seen you somewhere before. I'm getting old, so I'm a bit nagging. Please forgive my rambling." Huang Jin was neither in a hurry nor annoyed. "Speaking of which, my old friend should be about the same age as Young Master Mo this year. She was lost when she was young, and we don't know if she is in the south of the mountains or the north of the sea, at the ends of the earth or right next to us. Her poor brother has been thinking of her all these years and asked me to send people everywhere to search for her, but he has always been disappointed."

"Really?" Mo Xibei's heart tightened. He had already guessed that his appearance had given away his identity to some extent. However, thinking of the meatball's sickly body, he was still a little scared. So he continued to deny it, "I didn't expect that even the Factory Supervisor would have someone he couldn't find. If you can't find him, he's probably gone."

"Maybe. Maybe she still likes playing those childhood games, like hide-and-seek with her brother, and even if she's found, she won't admit it. Sigh, young people always have a lot of reasons that we older folks can't understand. But as long as she's found, that's all that matters." Huang Jin said, downing another glass of wine.

"Supervisor, Miss Murong..." Seeing that Huang Jin remained silent, Mo Xibei had no choice but to bite the bullet and bring it up again. She thought that since Huang Jin had some doubts about her identity, he shouldn't make things too difficult for her.

“Miss Murong is quite pampered, so it may be inconvenient for her to be a guest here. We’ve also had a bit too much to drink, so we won’t keep you company any longer, Young Master Mo. Why don’t you stay here for now? If you’re free tomorrow, we can play chess and chat. Right now, let someone take you to meet Miss Murong.” Huang Jin didn’t refuse again, and simply instructed his men to arrange accommodations for Mo Xibei. Meanwhile, someone led her deeper into the military camp.

"Ah!" After walking several dozen meters, a woman's groan suddenly came from inside a tent. It seemed that she was in extreme pain, suppressed and helpless, but her mouth was covered, and the sound could only struggle in her throat, unable to break out of her body.

Mo Xibei paused, and suddenly, a sense of fear welled up in her heart. She had always known that she was a coward, so she was suddenly very afraid of seeing the truth.

However, it was too late to back down now. The curtain was suddenly lifted, and a strange smell wafted out. Mo Xibei ran a pleasure boat and was used to frequenting brothels. This smell was familiar to her; it was the unique scent left after a couple had made love.

If she could, she would love to be unable to see anything at all.

Inside the tent, clothes were disheveled, and two women were pinned to the ground, their snow-white bodies covered in bruises, several large male hands still roaming over them...

Mo Xibei was certain that it wasn't Murong Lianyun, but then she recognized the two faces that were twisted and deformed from pain and abuse. Who else could it be but Rongrong and Mengmeng?

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"The way you greet your guests here is quite unique." Mo Xibei glanced sideways at the eunuch who was leading the way, his eyes mocking, a smile playing on his lips, but a murderous glint in them.

This chaotic scene was exactly what the little eunuch had anticipated. He was staring at Mo Xibei's profile, trying to discern any possible expression on that face. In fact, he had also expected Mo Xibei to look at him. However, the face before him, the mocking eyes that seemed to know everything, and the smile that never disappeared even in the angrier he was, suddenly overlapped with a face that was all too familiar in his mind. He had never imagined that he would see such an expression here, nor had he realized that there could be such similar features in the world. Mo Xibei's smile made his legs suddenly go weak, and he almost knelt on the spot.

"What? You want me to continue enjoying these?" Mo Xibei didn't let the little eunuch's reaction go unnoticed. At this moment, his voice suddenly rose, and his tone was as cold as frost.

"This servant dares not." Almost instinctively, the little eunuch lifted the corner of his robe to kneel down, but he suddenly came to his senses just as his knees touched the ground. What was he doing? Why was he kneeling down to a commoner for no reason? If the eunuch knew... he dared not think any further and felt cold sweat pouring down his back.

"Father-in-law, please find another place to stand. There are so many potholes on this land," Mo Xibei said kindly.

"Yes, thank you for your concern, Young Master Mo." The little eunuch felt cold sweat on his forehead, but dared not raise his hand to wipe it. He suddenly understood why Xiao Linzi, the most favored servant of the Eunuch, had run so far away earlier. But he was now in a dilemma and could only grit his teeth and persevere. Thinking of this, he turned to the men who were still not satisfied and said, "Get out of here. The Eunuch said that this is the end of today."

No one could disobey Huang Jin's orders, so although the men straightened up with some dissatisfaction, they quickly and haphazardly grabbed their clothes from the ground, put them on, and left the tent one by one.

Rongrong and Mengmeng remained motionless, still in their previous positions, staring blankly at the top of the tent.

Mo Xibei couldn't help but squat down, pick up two coats, and cover the two people with them. He then used his fingers to check their noses and found they were still breathing.