Ojos encantadores

Capítulo 59

"Sigh! My brother's sarcastic words are even more sharp now." It's clear he's telling him to stand further away. "I'll give you ten steps to cover that distance. Once you've taken those ten steps, you should end your blessing."

"What if it doesn't end?"

Zhu Yu smiled languidly at her. "This prince has a broad mind that can be turned in the blink of an eye. I have never liked abusing my authority. It would be better if my dear brother didn't challenge this matter."

"It has three more steps than the famous Seven Steps Poem of Suffering for One's Brothers, which truly shows a broad and moving mind."

"My dear brother, make good use of these ten blessings!" Zhu Yu turned and walked toward his subordinates.

"Master." Having just finished climbing the stone steps and arrived at the old temple gate, Yan Pingfei immediately bowed to his master. "Feng Yan has arrived in Jinghui City."

"Oh! It seems you've reaped quite a harvest." He had long harbored the intention to take action against the Eastern Region, but he had hesitated to act due to weighing the fragmented forces within the Demon Sect and the relative importance of the Eastern Region's royal family. "It's just a pity that finding Meng Yansi's whereabouts will require some effort."

"Where is the young mistress?"

"He's been talking to Song Zishao in the back; it's time for him to come over."

"Song Zishao?" Yan Hufei looked behind his master and asked in confusion, "Is it that young man in the brown robe?"

"You should have already seen him at Green Bamboo Pavilion." It seems that before Meng Yansi is arrested, it's safer to keep Wuyou and Wuchou out of Cloud Flow Pavilion. "Are the two young ladies arguing?"

“Master…” Yan Pingfei looked astonished and said in a rare panic, “This person is not Song Zishao whom I saw at Green Bamboo Music, and the young mistress… is also gone.”

Zhu Yu turned around and saw only Song Zishao and his servants. Not only Su Shaochu, but also Liu Tian'er and her group of sisters were gone.

"Shao Chu?"

Zhu Yu was startled and rushed over in a panic. He looked around and grabbed the astonished Song Zishao!

"The Third Prince?!"

"Where is she? Where is the girl you were talking to just now?" Song Zishao, whose clothes he was gripping tightly, almost couldn't speak.

"Then, the group of girls said it was late when the Third Prince turned around and left, and hurriedly said goodbye and left through the back door."

"Isn't Liu Tian'er your stepsister?"

Song Zishao hurriedly shook his head. "Since my mother passed away, my father has had no intention of remarrying."

"Those girls were chatting and laughing with you, how could there be no relationship between them?"

"Your Highness, please don't misunderstand. I had a musical exchange with that Miss Liu at an elder's birthday banquet, but we are not close friends."

Shocked, he grabbed Zhu Yu and released Song Zishao.

"Shao Chu—come out—" he roared, his shouts growing increasingly ferocious, causing everyone in front of the old temple to scatter in terror! "Stop playing games—Shao Chu—"

He knew in his heart that this time was completely different from before. It was no joke; she was really gone. Everything she did tonight, every smile and frown she showed, was another scheme to leave his side.

His heart, which should have been torn apart long ago on the street, was merely delayed...

"Shao Chu..." He closed his eyes in pain, being toyed with and deceived time and time again!

They had never seen their master lose his composure and become so crazy before, and everyone around them was terrified!

"Third Prince, shall we capture this Song Zishao for questioning?"

Zhu Yu's gaze turned cold as she looked at Song Zishao again, who quickly knelt down according to palace etiquette.

"Third Prince, I really don't know what happened. If there is anything I can do to help, I will do my best to cooperate."

Are you familiar with "Green Bamboo Melody"?

"I have only heard of it by name, but have never been there; only my father has hosted a few friends from the martial arts world there."

“A friend from the martial arts world?!” Zhu Yu clenched his fist. “Pingfei, tell me what Song Zishao looked like when you saw him.”

"He was handsome, with the solid and tall stature of a martial artist. Although he spoke with the arrogance of a young master, his demeanor carried a hint of melancholy, which was quite inconsistent with his outward appearance." Now that I think about it, that young master demeanor was just a facade.

"May I ask Steward Yan, does this person... appear somewhat pale?" Song Zishao asked in surprise.

"Yes, Young Master Mo."

"Do you know who it is?" Zhu Yu asked in a deep voice.

“I dare not hide it from the Third Prince. He was a chivalrous swordsman who once saved my father: Meteor Swordsman, Li Shufang,” Song Zishao said frankly, clasping his hands in a fist salute.

"Li Shufang!"

The memory in the past was that Su Shaochu mentioned this person when he was playing with the little golden monkey on the bank of the stream in Tongjiazhuang.

"Should the Third Prince send men to chase after the group of girls in the direction they left?" Yan Pingfei asked, clasping his hands in a fist salute. "Now that we know Young Master Su left through the side gate, we should be able to find his whereabouts if we chase after him."

“Catching anyone is just a smokescreen, and it’s too late anyway. Not to mention that Liu Tian’er and her group were all dressed in yellow tonight. There are so many men and women dressed in yellow here. This is clearly an attempt to confuse them. Besides, they dispersed as soon as they left the temple.” Even if they were caught, it would be useless. Only she knows where Shao Chu is going.

“Third Prince, I am familiar with all parts of Jinghui City and would like to contribute my efforts,” Song Zishao hurriedly said.

Zhu Yu closed his eyes in deep thought, raised his hand to signal them to be quiet, put one hand behind his back, and clenched and unclenched his other hand next to his right ear several times, as if trying to calm himself and regain his composure.

There's definitely something fishy about this. Even if Shao Chu and Liu Tian'er have developed a tacit understanding, it only happened at the Green Bamboo Melody Market tonight. What's next? How will they convey all this information and finally arrive at the Seeking Fate Spring...? Shao Chu must have a final destination.

“Wooden hairpin…sword…Seeking Fate Spring…sword!” Zhu Yu suddenly opened his eyes. “The blade is thin and light, unimpeded by the wind! Ice Rainbow Sword!” He finally remembered where he had heard of the characteristics of this sword.

When I sent someone to investigate Nanyuan, I mentioned that Su Shaochu in Nanyuan had a Mingzong swordsman's gift of the Ice Rainbow Sword. Years later, he was seen carrying other swords and the sword was never seen again. At that time, Zhu Yu guessed that Su Xuechu had given it to Su Shaochu who was going to the capital. In terms of characteristics, the sword was suitable for Su Shaochu.

"It was all planned from the very beginning!"

"Madam, you may also place this sword in the spring water, and I guarantee you will find the answer to the question that is troubling you."

The old scholar selling swords' words suddenly popped into my mind.

“Bingying seeks fate… Yingyuan…” Zhu Yu’s eyes flashed with a sharp light. “Yingyuan Temple in the west of the city!”

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Moonlit nights are always a favorite of the wicked.

"Sir, sir, please have mercy! That money is for my father's medical treatment. Without it, he will die—please!"

On the path in the west of the city, a girl of about thirteen or fourteen years old was supporting an old man who was pale and coughing incessantly. When she saw three burly men snatch her money bag and were about to leave, she crawled over crying and knelt down at the feet of the strong men, desperately begging for help.

"Nonsense!"

"Lian'er!"

Seeing his daughter being kicked away, the old man rushed over to help her up.

"father……"

The father and daughter embraced and wept bitterly.

One of the shorter men, with a lewd look on his face, looked at the girl and then whispered something to the people next to him with a sly smile.

"What...what are you going to do?"

Three men approached the father and daughter with ill intentions.

“Old man, your daughter is quite pretty. My young brother is still unmarried. You’re lucky. Let your daughter marry him.”

The sleazy-looking young man was pushed out with a smirk.

"Stop, stop joking!" The old man panicked and stood in front of his daughter.

"Since it's our little brother who's getting married, it's only right that the three of us check out the goods first!"

"Help! Help!"

Three men surrounded the father and daughter who were trying to escape, toying with them like prey.

"Please, sirs—she's an innocent girl—how will she ever get married again—"

"So you got a good deal. After you've inspected the goods, my little brother will take her." He got to enjoy himself and then get a woman to do his bidding. He really hit the jackpot.

"father--"

"Lian'er—"

The father and daughter were separated, and the girl was forcibly dragged to the side under a big tree. The lustful man reached out to tear the girl's clothes.

"Why must the same drama unfold every dark and windy night?" A cool voice echoed from the woods in the darkness. "A young girl, supporting her seriously ill relative and carrying all her belongings, walks through the dark forest in the dead of night, only to encounter villains who rob and rape her in the dark and windy night. This is an age-old plot, and as an outstanding hero in the martial world, I can only uphold the age-old justice."

"Who? Who's there?"

The three of them were startled at the same time! They looked around to find the source of the sound.

Under the moonlight, a dashing figure slowly emerged from the forest. The man wore a black robe with red trim, his attire appearing elegant and refined, yet he carried a sword bound by a purple rope, adding to his air of a carefree, chivalrous wanderer.

"Life has eight sufferings: birth, old age, sickness, death, not getting what you want, separation from loved ones, being with those you hate, and the burning of the five aggregates." He sighed and raised his hand to brush away the strands of hair that were fluttering in the night wind, then pointed to the three men in front of him. "Greed, lust, and the inability to get what you want lead to sins, how terrible!"

"You brat, what nonsense are you spouting!"

"Does carrying a sword make you think you're something special?"

"Do you want to be a hero and see if you're good enough?"

The three burly men, their good time interrupted, were determined to teach this sullen-looking young man a lesson!

The newcomer had a handsome face, slightly pale, and most notably, his eyebrows were always slightly furrowed, as if they held a deep and heavy sorrow. His demeanor was also full of...melancholy and a contradictory expression.

"There are always so many people in this world who suffer, and the Blade of Severance is dedicated to severing the sins of those who suffer in this world."

With a flick of the purple rope around his body, the long sword on his back flew into the air and landed in front of the three of them!

"When you beg for mercy, the history of the Broken Blade will come to an end for you." As he said this, the man looked up at the moon in the sky, his worried eyebrows furrowing into two balls, looking very depressed and sullen.

"A broken blade?!"

One of the burly men seemed to recognize the name, but then noticed his companion trembling.

"Meteor Swordsman, Li Shufang!" another burly man exclaimed in shock.

"That's the famous swordsman, the one with unparalleled swordsmanship and unparalleled ability to control his mind." The sleazy young man said fearfully, "On Black Hill in the north, he uses his swordsmanship to make people beg for mercy, and then gives them a way out... listen to him talk."

Upon learning who the visitor was, all three were terrified!

Years ago, Heizhaigang was a notorious den of ruthless bandits. The chief and three deputy chiefs loved to show off by killing people, and they insisted on cutting off heads and piling them up in front of their houses to see who could build a wall of heads first, which terrified the local people. In addition, the leader of this gang of bandits was highly skilled in martial arts, which even gave the local officials a headache.

Until one day, a melancholy-looking young swordsman carrying a sword came to Black Village Hill. He overwhelmed everyone with his amazing swordsmanship. The young man only made one condition: if they did not surrender to the government, they would listen to him.

"I heard that the shortest time someone listened to the music was three days before committing suicide, and the longest was seven days before someone jumped off a cliff to seek relief."

"And once a choice is made, it cannot be changed."

"What...what should we do?"

Just as the three were filled with terror, they suddenly saw Li Shufang reach out to pull the purple rope again—

"Great Hero—Great Hero Li—"