Lan Yin Bi Yue Extra Chapters

Chapter 92

Lan Qi was even more tempted upon hearing this. Thinking that he had nothing to do lately, it wouldn't be bad to go to his house for a visit. Just as he was about to say "okay," Ming Er spoke up first: "Has Young Master Qi forgotten our bet?"

So, Lan Qi swallowed back the "good" that was already on the tip of her tongue.

Ming Er casually walked closer and said, "Look at the time, it's time for lunch, and it's also time to leave."

"Chess..." Lan Qi was still reluctant to part with that chess game.

“You will naturally be able to see this game of chess when you get back.” Ming Er smiled slightly at her. The soft glow of the pearls and jade in the pavilion shone on his face, making his handsome features even more elegant and refined. Lan Qi was momentarily stunned, and after hearing his words, she looked at him suspiciously.

Upon hearing this, Feng Yibai glanced at Ming Er with his phoenix eyes, then smiled knowingly and with a hint of amusement, before remaining silent.

“Someone’s already coming this way, let’s go.” Ming Er flicked his sleeve, put his arm around Lan Qi’s waist and walked out. Lan Qi didn’t have time to react and followed him. Just as they reached the door, Ming Er stopped, flicked his sleeve, and the door closed silently.

A moment later, footsteps approached and quickly reached the door. Knock, knock! After two soft knocks, someone called out, "Your Highness Prince Jiong, Young Master Feng, are you inside?"

Ming Er and Lan Qi looked towards Feng Yibai. Escaping the palace wasn't impossible for them, but it would be very troublesome.

"Yes, what is it?" Feng Yibai glanced at the two and answered calmly.

"His Majesty is hosting a banquet for Prince Wei at the Crystal Heaven Pavilion. Please come along."

Feng Yibai hesitated for a moment, then said, "Please inform Your Majesty that I will leave after I finish this game of chess with Prince Jiong."

"Yes." Footsteps sounded again, fading into the distance.

Feng Yibai looked at Ming Er and Lan Qi and said, "Let us see you out."

Ming Er and Lan Qi exchanged a glance, then nodded indifferently without comment.

"Please release Huang Yi's pressure points first, Seventh Young Master." Feng Yibai then pointed to the young man—the current Ninth Prince, Jiong Wang Huang Yi.

Lan Qi smiled, raised her hand, and flicked three finger gusts towards the boy.

Instantly, the boy felt a sense of relief and regained his mobility. He immediately hurled the chessboard and its box at Lan Qi, shouting, "You audacious thief! How dare you ambush me!"

Lan Qi lightly leaped to dodge, and the chessboard and chess box all crashed towards Ming Er behind her. The Second Young Master swept them all up with a wave of his sleeve, and with another wave, they fell to the side, seemingly unintentionally but inevitably crashing towards Feng Yibai.

"Sigh!" Feng Yibai sighed softly, then with a flick of his sleeve, the chessboard, chess box, and chess pieces floated lightly to the ground. Meanwhile, Huang Yi was once again unable to move or speak—Lan Qi had sealed his acupoints again.

Lan Qi looked at Huang Yi, who was immobilized and flushed with anger, with great interest. Her green eyes darted around, and she raised her hand to release Huang Yi's pressure points.

"Big..." Huang Yi had barely opened his mouth when he was struck on acupoints again.

Lan Qi smiled and flicked her finger, untying the zipper again.

"Stinky..." Huang Yi had barely uttered a word when his acupoints were sealed again.

"Haha, this monkey is so funny!" Lan Qi looked at him with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Huang Yi's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"Huang Yi!" Feng Yibai called out softly.

Huang Yi looked at him, met his gaze, and then shut his mouth and closed his eyes as well.

Lan Qi raised an eyebrow, glanced at Feng Yibai, then at Huang Yi, and then released his pressure points again. This time, Huang Yi neither cursed nor looked at her; he simply walked to Feng Yibai's side.

"You and I will escort the Second Young Master and the Seventh Young Master out of the palace," Feng Yibai said calmly, then nodded slightly to Ming Er and Lan Qi before heading out first.

Huang Yi followed silently behind him, not even glancing at Ming and Lan.

Ming Er and Lan Qi exchanged glances. Ming Er looked annoyed, while Lan Qi grinned.

Leaving Yulong Pavilion, there was a fork in the road ahead. Feng Yibai naturally turned right into the corridor. Huang Yi, who had been following closely behind him, stopped. He watched Feng Yibai turn the corner and disappear from sight, but he didn't say anything and just stood there. Ming Er and Lan Qi, who were following behind, were about to pass him, but suddenly remembered what happened on Dongming Island, so they also stopped.

After a while, a palace attendant led Feng Yibai back.

Upon seeing the three of them, Feng Yibai calmly said, "I think I'm lost again."

"Idiot!" Huang Yi, who had been holding back a lot of resentment, said without any politeness.

Feng Yibai glanced at him, still calm: "He's smarter than someone who can't even recite a poem."

Huang Yi's face turned as red as a monkey's bottom, whether from anger or embarrassment, it was hard to tell.

Ming and Lan, one with an elegant smile, the other with a hearty laugh.

Huang Yi tossed his head and took the lead, walking to the left. The three followed behind him, and after walking for about half an hour, they finally left the palace. Because Prince Jiong accompanied them the whole way, no one stopped them.

"Green hills and clear waters, until we meet again." Lan Qi waved and left with Ming Er in a dashing manner.

After seeing the two off, Feng Yibai and Huang Yi walked back in silence. When they were almost at Jingtian Pavilion, Huang Yi finally couldn't help but ask, "Why did we send these two audacious madmen out of the palace? Why didn't we arrest them and lock them up in the Heavenly Prison? Why didn't we execute these two traitors?"

Feng Yibai stopped, looked up at the sky, remained silent for a long time, and finally said slowly, "Those two cannot be killed, cannot be used, cannot be befriended, and cannot be defeated. Only Heaven can cherish them."

Huang Yi didn't understand that sentence at the time, but much later, he finally understood it from his cousin Huang Ye.

(End of article)

Side Story 3: Different Paths, Same Destination

This was a large, spacious, and brightly lit room. Thick, brightly colored brocade carpets covered the floor, originating from the renowned Shanyou Kingdom, renowned for its exquisite weaving. These carpets, worth a fortune, had been transported thousands of miles by merchants, indicating the owner's immense wealth and status. However, a closer look around revealed few other expensive furnishings; instead, weapons were everywhere.

On the left was a row of guns and spears, and on the right a row of knives and clubs. On the wall hung swords of various lengths, as well as long whips of bronze, silver, and gold. At first glance, it looked like an armory. But in front of the room stood a screen that looked like a jade disc, behind which was a brocade bed with a sandalwood canopy. Only then did one realize that this was a bedroom.

Inside the room were several rows of bookshelves, piled high with books, but not the classics taught by sages and wise men; instead, they were all sword manuals and boxing manuals that could be found anywhere on the street, as well as some legendary stories compiled by third-rate literati. In front of the bookshelves, near the window, was a desk and chair, and a young boy was sitting at the desk, his eyes fixed on two sheets of paper spread out on the table.

Name: Lan Canyin, also known as "Seventh Young Master Lan".

Nickname: Jade Demon.

Age: Unknown, approximately between 20 and 25.

Appearance: Stunningly beautiful, with uniquely emerald green eyes.

Identity: Current head of the Lan family of Yunzhou, one of the six great martial arts families.

Weapon: Jade Fan.

Martial arts: The lineage of his master is a mystery, and the Lan family never uses any of their family's martial arts techniques.

P.S.: This person is eccentric and speaks without restraint, acting arbitrarily and disregarding both right and wrong, and is feared by many.

Name: Ming Huayan, also known as "Second Young Master Ming".

Nickname: The Fallen Immortal.

Age: 25.

Appearance: People say she is as elegant and otherworldly as an immortal.

Identity: The current young master of the Ming family of Tianzhou, one of the six great martial arts families.

Weapons: None.

Martial arts skills: unfathomable, family secret technique "Interlocking Finger".

P.S.: This person is gentle and refined, acts with the demeanor of a gentleman, and is respected by many.

"These two people..." The boy picked up a piece of paper from the table, a slight smile playing on his lips, "If I defeat one of them, then Father will never say I'm inferior to that woman's son again!"

Since the abduction of "Lan Yin Bi Yue" from Dongming Island a year ago, three thousand heroes went to sea, but only a few hundred returned, and the martial arts world lost its former glory. However, Ming Huayan and Lan Canyin's reputation has surpassed that of the past. Since Ming Kong, the leader of the Fengwu Sect, went into seclusion, the two have clearly become leaders among the martial arts community.

Therefore, these two are the most famous and eye-catching figures in the martial arts world today!

The boy's gaze lingered between the names "Ming Huayan" and "Lan Canyin." Which one should he defeat first?

Jade Demon... Immortal... Demon... Immortal...

"Then let's go with Lan Canyin!" The young man suddenly stood up. Since the Immortal was so highly regarded, it would be a bit cruel to defeat him first, but Bi Yao had a notorious reputation. Defeating Bi Yao might be a way to rid the martial world of evil.

"...Just wait and see, I will definitely become famous in the martial arts world!" the young man declared confidently, full of vigor and ambition.

There is nothing in this world that cannot be done, only things that one chooses not to do.

Everyone has had such a period of time.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the boy's face. He had beautiful eyes that shone like black gemstones in the sunlight.

It is nearly March, but Mozhou, located in the westernmost part of the imperial territory, is still cold and biting.

East of Mozhou lies the official road leading to Lanzhou. The two prefectures are separated by Jucheng, which is under the jurisdiction of Mozhou. Beyond Jucheng lies Lanzhou territory. The journey from Jucheng to Mozhou takes about two days. Along the way, there are a few teahouses and inns for travelers to rest and eat. The inns vary in size, but Anji Inn is the most popular.

Anji Inn isn't very large, with two courtyards, one in the back and one in the front. The back courtyard houses the guest rooms, while the front courtyard is the restaurant, both kept impeccably clean and tidy, creating a sense of comfort upon entering. The owner of Anji Inn, surnamed An, has been running the inn for over thirty years, ever since he was called "Little An" in his early twenties. Now in his fifties, guests call him "Old An." He is honest and straightforward, never cheating or deceiving newcomers, which is why most travelers prefer to eat and stay here.

That day, just as noon arrived, the main hall in the front yard was already nearly full of customers, business was booming, but Old An showed no joy but rather some worry. The reason was nothing more than the two tables of customers sitting on the east and west sides of the hall.

The guests from the east arrived first. Eight attendants surrounded a young man in fine clothes; one look at his bearing revealed that he was no ordinary person, so Old An personally went forward to greet and attend to him. He wiped the table clean, served the finest tea, and even took out the Jingdezhen porcelain bowls and silver chopsticks that he usually kept to himself, washing them thoroughly before setting them down. He also instructed the kitchen to prepare the dishes with extra care. Even so, the young man showed no sign of joy. After the food was served, he took one bite and stopped, spitting out disdainfully, "What is this? It's so awful!"

"Hehe..." Old An smiled cautiously, not daring to say another word.

"If you don't like it, young master, shall we go to another place?" a servant asked.

Upon hearing this, the young master slammed his hand on the table, causing the dishes to clang loudly. Old An's heart pounded in his chest. The other guests all looked over, but since it didn't bother them, they glanced at it and continued eating.

"Find another one? I've come all this way to find this tiny shop. Who knows where the next one is? Do you want me to starve to death?!"

"I wouldn't dare," the attendant quickly bowed his head and said, "Then how about we change to a few other dishes?"

"Hmph!" The young master squinted. "What decent stuff could a desolate little shop like this have! It's all your fault for not preparing earlier! Since leaving the capital, I haven't had a single satisfying meal!"

So these are distinguished guests from the capital; no wonder they're making such a grand entrance. Old An thought to himself.

"Yes, yes, it's all my fault." After being reprimanded, the attendant could only nod and bow in agreement.

"You know you're wrong, so hurry up and get me some good food!" The young master slapped his attendant across the face, making the attendant stagger. The crisp sound startled Old An, who also trembled.

"Yes, sir, I'll go right away." The attendant nodded and bowed again. Then he turned to Old An and scolded, "You! Why don't you tell the cook to prepare some more good dishes and send them over!"

"Yes...yes..." Old An hurriedly replied, but as soon as he turned around, he turned back and said tremblingly, "These dishes I made for you, young master, are the best signature dishes of our shop."

"What?!" The young master glared angrily. "What kind of place is this? Even my dogs wouldn't bother with this kind of food, and you dare to ask me to eat it!"

"This... our humble shop has nothing to offer, please forgive us, sir." Old An smiled obsequiously.

Upon hearing this, the young master slammed down his chopsticks, about to fly into a rage. Another attendant, about thirty years old, quickly stepped forward to appease him, saying, "Young master, please calm down. This is not the capital. Even if you kill him, he can't cook you a delicious meal."

The attendant's words clearly carried weight. After hearing them, the young master glared at him but ultimately suppressed his anger, only grumbling through his resentment, "Father is clearly the Grand Chancellor, why couldn't he have arranged for me to go somewhere else or take up any official post? Why did he have to send me to this poor, remote place, Mozhou! It's cold and dry, and we can't even get a decent meal!"

Old An suddenly realized that it was the son of the Grand Chancellor. The Grand Chancellor was the head of the court officials, holding a high position and great power. No wonder... the dog ate better than the people.