"What would happen if Young Master Wei and Elder Wei Baizhong knew that Miss Liu was not a descendant of the Yu family?"
Naturally, it was all for naught; the Emei Sect lost both its wife and its army.
"Young Master Shangguan!"
"not to mention--"
Why does my face feel itchy, and why is the voice right above my head? "He" was slightly puzzled.
Suddenly, the black cloth covering their faces was removed.
"I also have Miss Yu."
She suddenly opened her eyes and leaped away to dodge several flashes of cold light.
Shangguan Yi! She gritted her teeth.
"I'll trouble you tonight, young lady."
With a single sword strike, she felled four men, desperately trying to shake off this "burden." But then she realized that if he died, Emei would place the blame for the murder solely on her.
He cursed under his breath and pulled the "burden" back.
"You have excellent skills, young lady."
She fought ten against one, yet he remained relaxed and cheerful.
"Young lady, your demeanor is remarkably similar to that of my benefactor."
Upon hearing this, her eyelids twitched. Not wanting to be caught off guard, she struck the talkative "someone" with a palm strike, and her pale blue figure flew towards the cliff edge. Seeing that it was too late to save her, she wisely turned around.
It seems fate has decreed this; Young Master Shangguan, you should obediently embark on your journey.
She was just thinking about whether to blame herself to express her regret when she suddenly felt her belt tighten and she was thrown backward.
The mountain wind blew from below, billowing my robes and obscuring my vision. I plummeted straight down, as if in a void.
Volume One, Chapter Three
A pear tree in full bloom, half a mountain bathed in moonlight—if not for this time and place, it would truly be a delightful sight, but alas…
"You're choking me to death!" Yu Zigui said, her face flushed as she glared at the person who was tightly gripping her belt, clutching a pear branch that was hanging over her waist.
"I'm sorry." Though he said this, there was no trace of apology on his face.
A soft thud sounded in my ear; oh no, the pear branch was about to collapse.
She squinted and looked down; the abyss beneath her feet was bottomless, like the netherworld.
"Young Master Shangguan."
"What is it, young lady?" he asked without batting an eye, showing no awareness of his subservience.
"I heard of your esteemed reputation as soon as I entered the martial world. Everyone says that Young Master Shangguan is as compassionate as a celestial being, and your kindness is comparable to that of gods and Buddhas. As the Buddhist saying goes, 'If I don't go to hell, who will?' Now that I am in danger, Young Master, what do you think—"
Let her let go herself or get kicked down—take it or leave it. She gave him face, but underestimated the shamelessness of that person.
"Buddha vowed to save all living beings in the world. If I cannot even save you today, then I will truly be ashamed of the trust that the people of the martial world have placed in me."
A gentle south wind blew, crushing the pear blossoms on the tree, their snow-like petals disappearing into his dark hair. A faint smile curved his lips, a smile as beautiful as the moonlight.
She really wanted it...
Before the kick could land, the pear branch snapped. In the darkness, she tried to grab onto a protrusion on the rock face, but instead landed on something soft and warm.
I didn't realize it was so close to the ground.
She let out a long sigh and tried to stand up.
"Huh?" she exclaimed in surprise, glancing down at the ground beneath her. "Young Master Shangguan?!"
His handsome face trembled slightly, and an indescribable smile appeared on his lips: "Was the journey comfortable, young lady?" Shangguan Yi asked softly.
She gave an awkward laugh: "Young master is truly like a god or Buddha."
“Then my left leg wasn’t broken in vain.” Cold sweat slid down his forehead, and Shangguan Yi gripped her hand tightly. “I’ll have to trouble you now, Miss.”
Looking at the person who had fainted in her arms, she sighed for a long time.
This has created a serious grudge.
…………
She could barely stand.
The little body clung tightly to the cliff face, the mountain wind in September was very fierce, making the little person tremble incessantly.
Stay calm, stay calm. If she accidentally slips and falls, she will never see her father and mother again.
Her little hands, white with cold, clung tightly to the sharp rocks.
"Is that right?" People were talking on the cliff above.
"There's no mistake. Although Yu Zhanyuan is a cautious man, he is particularly wary of children. A few days ago, when Yu Zhanyuan came to my manor, my son sprinkled a colorless and odorless 'soul-tracing incense' on him. Tonight, with Chifeng leading the way, there's no doubt about it."
“Master Wei is truly setting traps at every step and scheming in every move.”