Boom! Blood rushed back... Isoro's face turned as red as a pig's liver with rage.
"You're so funny." He was still smiling. The sickly handsome man didn't seem to notice anything amiss. He sat up nimbly, lifted his hair, and skillfully tied it into a bun with a white jade hairpin.
"How about you become my servant?" The sickly-handsome man tied a knot in his outer robe with his slender fingers, looked up and smiled: "I guarantee you'll eat well, drink well, and have lots of fun."
Isoro sneered, raised his fist, and punched the sickly-looking man in the eye. His skin was fair and tender, and the punch immediately revealed a big panda eye.
"I won't do it."
The sickly-handsome man's expression suddenly turned cold, completely different from his previous frail demeanor, exuding an air of elegance and nobility, and his imposing aura was astonishing: "You hit me?!"
Bang! A punch followed immediately, confirming the sickly handsome man's suspicions.
He also got a black eye on the other side.
"You're finished!" The sickly-looking man looked at Igarashi with the eyes of someone looking at a dead man, his fingers quickly tracing across the corner of Igarashi's mouth, the tip of his fingertips stained with red rouge.
"You're the one who's finished!" Ishiro was furious.
"Touch your own lips. You've been poisoned by me, the poison of life and death!"
Isoro reached out and touched his lips. In the dim light of the room, he secretly glanced at them and saw that they were indeed a bright red patch.
My mind was in complete turmoil.
The world of martial arts is too terrifying; you can easily end up with internal bleeding if you're not careful.
"What will happen?" Isoro's voice trembled.
"It's alright, it's roughly like this, if I die, you die too," the sickly-handsome man said with a serious expression, his eyes sparkling.
"Then what if I die first?"
"Hmm, is that so? You die first, and I'll arrange a perfect burial site for you," the sickly-looking man replied with a smile.
This is outrageous! Where in the world is there such a potent poison?! Xiao Wushilang was on the verge of tears.
"So, it's hard for you not to come with me," the sickly handsome man said with a smile, reaching out to pull a snow-white handkerchief from his waist. He wiped Xiao Wushilang's hands while sighing, "Why don't you become my bodyguard, and I'll help you detoxify properly?!"
Although it was meant to be a discussion, it came out of his mouth as an order.
Xiao Wushilang, with a bitter face and a look of reluctance, said, "Then at least let me know your name, young master!!"
I'd rather be a villain and nail you to death with needles every day.
The sickly-looking man slowly stood up from the bed, casually flicked his robes, and looked extremely smug, which was especially comical with his two panda eyes. "I am the young master of Luoxia Manor, and my name is... Luo Jinfeng."
Luo Jinfeng ranks second on the list of handsome men in the martial arts world, above Duan Shuixian.
He was a refined and polite man, known as the Gentleman's Sword.
Sure enough, apart from his appearance being somewhat comparable to what's described in martial arts novels, everything else is utter nonsense.
He's not a gentleman at all; he's clearly a hypocrite who preys on people without spitting out the bones.
Aside from his evil character, all you can see is his face.
Well, being a handsome man's follower isn't so shameful after all. Though he tried to console himself, Xiao Wushilang's heart was shattered into pieces.
Originally, Isoro's destination was the First Manor in Suzhou.
I heard there's a sword-tasting competition going on there. Two excellent ancient swords haven't yet recognized a master. It's said that the two ancient swords have their own spirit, and they are divided into male and female. Once they recognize a master, they will follow that master for life.
The most amazing thing is that the owners of two swords will eventually become a loving couple and grow old together.
When Wu Shilang first saw them in the martial arts chronicles, he was extremely eager to possess them. Although he had no martial arts skills whatsoever, he developed a strong desire for these two ancient swords.
It's as if they're screaming from the bottom of their hearts that they want to have them.
"Young Master Luo, how about we go to the sword appreciation event in Suzhou?" As they crossed the river from Zhenjiang, Wu Shilang couldn't help but suggest, looking at Luo Jinfeng who was deep in thought with his chin in his hand.
"I don't want to. What's so interesting about that place?" Luo Jinfeng's eyes darted around. "Are you like those young girls who wander the martial arts world, trying your luck with the perfect match of the Lingxi Sword?"
Isoro's face immediately darkened; it was too insulting to compare him to those sissies.
"No, I'm just curious about those two ancient swords." Sullenly, Isoro simply hid his face behind his sleeves.
"Oh..." Lost in thought, Luo Shao beckoned with his finger, signaling Wu Shilang to come closer.
"Huh? What is it, Young Master Luo?" Wu Shilang leaned forward slightly, putting on an obedient and well-behaved act. In fact, this young master of the Luo family had a cunning personality. If you went against his wishes, he would appear gentle, humble, and nonchalant on the surface, but in private, he would definitely find an opportunity to retaliate.
I don't know how such a grand-sounding name as "Gentleman's Sword" came about.
"Can I borrow your sleeve?" Young Master Luo stretched out his hand, his ten fingers long, slender, and rounded, with a big, red apple in the middle. He grabbed Wu Shilang's sleeve and started wiping the apple as if no one else was around.
Wiping it away bit by bit, it's like meticulously sculpting a fine work of art.
The veins on Isoro's forehead were throbbing, and he looked like he was about to die as a light gray smear appeared on his sleeve.
"Wu Shilang, your fabric isn't very good," Luo Jinfeng said without even looking up, tugging at Wu Shilang's sleeve and sighing, "It's not easy to wipe apples."
...Silence, I will endure.
Isoro's eyes and mouth twitched violently, but he endured everything to get rid of the poison.
Then, using her free hand, she wiped her face from top to bottom three or five times. When she put her hand down, she had already put on a fawning expression. "Young Master Luo is right. Should we use my undergarment? The material there is softer."
Luo Jinfeng raised her eyes slightly, looked at Xiao Wushilang again and again, clicked her tongue and sighed, replying to her: "Not good!"
Why? He's already been so obsequious; shouldn't Young Master Luo at least be moved?
Why did he look so disgusted?
“No, it’s too dirty, it’ll smell bad.” Luo Shaojian’s clean answer completely disregarded Wu Shilang’s fragile heart. “Haven’t you taken a bath in a long time? It smells sour to me.”
That was too ruthless... Isoro almost burst into tears.
She thought to herself, the eldest daughter of the prestigious Xiao family, who had everything she could ever want, why was she reduced to nothing more than a shrimp in the martial world once she entered it?
Such humiliation of a vulnerable woman who cannot even bathe deserves retribution.
For the first time, Ishiro, a woman, held her head high with self-awareness.
Then stand at the stern and kill Luo Jinfeng a hundred times with your eyes.
The section of the Yangtze River from Zhenjiang to Jinling is deep and wide; the boat that Wu Shilang and Luo Jinfeng hired was small.
It was narrow. There were many spacious boats on the shore, but Young Master Luo's interests were quite different from others. He took a liking to this narrow willow-leaf boat at first glance.
A river breeze blew, causing the whole boat to sway from side to side.
Luo Shao lay in the middle of the bed, his arms as a pillow, relaxed and carefree. He saw Wu Shilang standing at the bow of the boat with a pale face and a look of walking on thin ice. He smiled broadly and asked, "Wu Shilang, can you swim?"
His voice was elegant and incredibly sincere, and his eyes held the intimacy of friends. Isoro was taken aback for a moment, and without hesitation, he replied, "I can swim."
"Ah, very good." Luo Jinfeng straightened up, smiled slightly, and said, "How embarrassing, Wushilang, your young master can't swim."
Isoro remained silent. What did it matter? They were sitting on a boat, not swimming.
Besides, even if you can't swim, it doesn't matter, because the shore of Jinling is already ahead, and we'll be at the shore in just a short distance.
The boatman turned around and looked back anxiously.
Luo Jinfeng stood up, waved slightly to the boatman, looking calm and composed. Then, he patted the hem of his robe, smiled, and looked at Wu Shilang with great tenderness, saying, "Your clothes are really shabby. You should take a good bath. So, after we get ashore, your young master will pick out a big inn for you, and you can soak in hot water and have a good bath."
A large inn, hot water—just thinking about it makes Goshiro want to burst into tears.
This shows that Luo Shao's character isn't too bad, and he cares for his subordinates.
Thinking of this, Isoro's eyes welled up with tears as he looked at Luo Shao, who was standing prettily by the ship's railing. His lips trembled slightly as he was about to say something sentimental to repay his master's kindness.
Suddenly, Luo Jinfeng turned around, grabbed Wu Shilang's arm, winked with a grin, and patted Wu Shilang's shoulder affectionately, saying, "Wu Shilang, do you know, there's a small hole at the stern of the ship."
Huh? How could this be? Igarashi looked down and saw a thin layer of river water rippling.
"Young Master, I can't swim." His tone remained gentle. As he spoke, Young Master Luo had already pulled Xiao Wushilang to the very edge of the river. "Just lend me your head. I can cross the river on a reed. I'm very good at light footwork. I'll come back to save you once we're on shore."
"No way?!" Xiao Wushilang looked over in grief and indignation.
The other person blinked, extended a finger, and gently touched it. With a splash, Isoro was plunged into the water, creating a large spray of water on the surface.
Then, with great flair, Young Master Luo kicked Wu Shilang on the head, who had just emerged from the water, and like a snow-white roc, he flew ashore with a whoosh.
Her graceful posture and flowing white robe caused several young women and older women on the shore to blush.
"Luo Jinfeng, help me..." Wu Shilang, who was floating in the water, broke free of the hair tie at the end of his hair as he struggled to swim. His waist-length hair spread out and floated on the river, bobbing up and down. "My leg is cramping."
Luo Jinfeng, who had been smiling on the shore, gradually froze, and an anxious expression unconsciously surfaced on his face.
Without a moment to think, Luo Jinfeng bent down and jumped into the river.
He couldn't swim at all. After entering the water, he immediately lost his balance and thrashed about towards the center of the river. The more he thrashed, the more he sank.
Not far away, Ishiro leisurely swam in the water, a smug look on his small face.
She watched as Luo Jinfeng sank and then resurfaced. Her large eyes crinkled into crescent moons with laughter.
A small wave crashed in, and Luo Jinfeng, who was bobbing up and down, suddenly disappeared. Only then did Wu Shilang truly become nervous.
Indeed, although this young master Luo has a sharp tongue and a low character, he has always taken good care of me along the way.
Knowing that Goruro loves meat, even though he himself is a vegetarian, he never forgets to bring one or two meat dishes with every meal.
Although he had just playfully pushed himself into the water, he was actually quite close to the shore, and there was a boatman who was an expert swimmer beside him. He had initially suspected that, given his shrewdness, the boatman wouldn't jump into the water, but to his surprise, he did.
If something had really happened to Luo Jinfeng, Wu Shilang's heart tightened, and he suddenly dove into the water to search carefully.
After swimming a very short distance, Isoro's hand touched something soft and squishy.
Upon closer inspection, it was indeed Luo Jinfeng in white robes, his eyes closed, clearly unconscious.
Fortunately, the boatman stayed by his side the whole time, and the two of them worked together to push Luo Jinfeng ashore.
Luo Jinfeng's eyes and mouth were tightly closed, and a faint breath of warm air could be seen coming from his nose, as if it might stop at any moment. His face was terribly pale.
Isoro immediately tensed up.
He carefully recalled the traditional methods of rescuing drowning victims that his own bodyguard had talked about in casual conversations.
Even if it's just dirt, we should try anything, even if it's a dead horse.
Gritting his teeth, Isoro swung his fists and punched Luo Jinfeng in the stomach one punch after another. With each punch, a lot of water came out of Luo Shao's mouth, his face began to turn slightly red, and his breathing gradually became stronger.
At first, it was purely to save people, but as the beating went on, Goruro became excited. Thinking about Luo Jinfeng's past misdeeds, he couldn't help but use more force in his punches.
The successive abdominal pains gradually brought Luo Jinfeng back to his senses. He half-opened his starry eyes, glanced around, and saw the disheveled, happy-go-lucky Fifty, who was beating up a riot. He was taken aback, and then a slight smile appeared on his lips.
Pretending to faint again, she closed her eyes tightly once more and even held her breath.