Mi primer marido después de la transmigración

Capítulo 67

Tang Shijiu glared at him fiercely: "How do you know I have a cultivation technique?"

Tian Shu smiled coldly, offering no reply, and his long sword already attacked her. Tang Shijiu dared not be careless, drawing her sword horizontally. Tian Shu's attack was not particularly fierce, more like a demonstration of his skills. Tang Shijiu knew that he deliberately wanted to understand the outline of the Tuanfu Heart Sutra before trying to kill her, but how could the subtleties within be explained in just a few words?

She had never sparred with Tian Shu like this before. At first, she was somewhat at a disadvantage, but gradually she became more agile and her attacks became faster and faster. Tian Shu felt that her moves were getting faster and faster and her internal energy was getting stronger and stronger. He couldn't help but let out a soft "Hmm?" and didn't dare to underestimate her.

Tang Shijiu was no less astonished than him. This was her first time using the essence of that mental cultivation technique in a sparring match, and she hadn't expected it to go so smoothly. However, what surprised her even more was that Tian Shu's fighting style was remarkably similar to the techniques she had learned. The more she fought, the more chilled she felt: "How does he know the martial arts of my Xiaoyao Manor? Could it be that he has been to Xiaoyao Manor?"

Little did she know that what she thought was also what Tian Shu was thinking. At this moment, the two were exchanging blows at an increasingly rapid pace, moving freely like butterflies flitting among flowers. Their back-and-forth was not like that of enemies fighting to the death; their moves were similar, like a sparring match between senior and junior disciples. Although their moves were similar, their internal strength was vastly different. He knew that Tang Shijiu had no internal strength left, yet at this moment, when their weapons clashed, the impact would occasionally make his own hands go numb, making him even stronger than when he hadn't lost his internal strength.

A glint flashed in Tian Shu's eyes. Could this be the essence of the Tuanfu Heart Sutra? A murderous intent surged within him; he only wanted to cut down Tang Shijiu, capture him, and torture him slowly.

With a murderous intent rising within him, his attacks became increasingly fierce. Tang Shijiu, ultimately lacking experience, narrowly escaped being slashed by his longsword several times. Tian Shu's internal energy was pure, and his attacks were ruthless; any strike he made would result in severed limbs or broken tendons. After only thirty or so moves, Tang Shijiu already felt his breathing become unsteady and he was having difficulty breathing.

Her moves became chaotic and full of openings. Tian Shu smiled coldly and thrust at her right arm—he actually wanted to cripple her right hand!

No sooner said than done, Tang Shijiu saw the longsword coming at her, her mind went blank, and her body reacted faster than her brain, dodging to the left. However, the wall was narrow, and she lost her footing, and the longsword was aimed at her throat. Tian Shu wanted to spare her life to get the secret technique, so he hurriedly withdrew his sword and stopped his attack. Even so, it still tore a large part of her clothes.

Tang Shijiu blushed, instinctively covered her front with her left hand, lost her balance, and fell straight off the wall.

When she looked up again, Tian Shu's longsword was already pointing at her right shoulder, and a cruel smile appeared on his usually icy face.

A smile played on his lips as he waited for the longsword to be thrust forward, rendering Tang Shijiu's right hand useless and unable to wield a sword again. Shijiu gripped his robes tightly, his hands and feet icy cold, when he heard a muffled groan beside him. It was Tang Yu, overwhelmed by the combined attack of several people, already covered in wounds, who had been enduring the pain without making a sound. Just now, seeing Shijiu fall from the wall, he was disoriented and a longsword pierced through his chest.

Tang Diruo was always protective of her own. Although Tang Yu had switched sides at the last minute, she was still the most promising assassin under the Tang Clan. Therefore, she only touched the target and refused to use her true killing move. It was precisely because of this that she was able to last so long. If Tang Diruo had not shown any mercy and had been surrounded by many people, she probably would have been killed in no more than ten moves.

She was covered in blood, kneeling on one knee, unable to hold on any longer, she vomited a mouthful of blood, turned around and smiled at Tang Shijiu, her lips moving slightly as if to comfort him, but she couldn't utter a single word.

All around her was the glint of blades, cold and menacing, but she seemed oblivious to it all. Before her eyes was only a sea of crimson, and the world seemed to consist only of that crimson.

"Fish!" As if her heart and lungs were being torn apart, Tang Shijiu rushed towards Tang Yu without regard for anything else.

A white shadow flashed before her eyes, but Tian Shu was a step faster, already holding Tang Yu in his arms, placing one hand on her back and slowly sending in his inner energy.

"Who hurt her like this?" Tian Shu's tone was calm, not angry, yet chillingly sent a shiver down one's spine. Han Sha's gaze swept over everyone indifferently, finally landing on a Tang Clan disciple.

That Tang Clan disciple was no ordinary disciple; he was Tang Chongli's third brother, Tang Zhezheng.

The longsword in his hand had just been drawn, and it was still dripping blood.

Tang Diku and Tang Chongli, who had been observing from a distance, saw the situation turning bad and hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over: "Young Master Sang, this young man was ignorant and reckless."

Tian Shu said, "It is Young Master Tang. My apologies for not recognizing him."

Tang Di was slightly relieved to see that Tang Yu's tone had softened. He knew that Tang Yu had been practicing martial arts with Tian Shu in private, but he figured that the Sang Clan wouldn't make enemies with the Tang Clan over an assassin. So he smiled and said, "Tang Yu has violated the rules of the sect and should be dealt with accordingly. Please forgive him, Young Master Sang."

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a chill on his face, and when he reached out to touch it, he found his hand covered in blood.

Looking back, Tang Zheyi's head and body were separated, his head rolling on the ground, but his body was still standing, and blood spurted into the sky from his severed neck, a bright red stain.

Tian Shu, holding Tang Yu in one arm, sheathed his longsword and stood atop the wall, coldly saying, "My people, do you think you can hurt them?" A glance out of the corner of his eye fell on Tang Yu, whose lips were bloodless and whose wounds were still bleeding. Even unconscious, she clutched her clothes tightly, as if afraid of being abandoned. He looked at Tang Shijiu, hesitated briefly, and then said, "Tang Shijiu, watch your life. Don't die easily." He then leaped out of the courtyard with Tang Yu in his arms and disappeared without a trace.

The sudden turn of events left everyone in the Tang Clan stunned. Tang Chongli had already fainted from the shock of the bloody scene, while Tang Di watched helplessly as his grandson was beheaded right before his eyes, his hands and feet turning cold and unable to move.

Tang Diruo himself had few children, but he doted on his younger brother's grandchildren. Now that Tang Zhe had been killed, he was deeply grieved. With Tian Shu gone, he had nowhere to vent his bitterness and his hatred for Tang Shijiu intensified. He picked up the long sword that Tang Zhe had just dropped and walked towards Shijiu.

At this moment, he didn't want any cultivation techniques; he only wanted to kill this vixen to vent his anger! Tang Diruo frowned as she stepped on something, moved her right foot away, and picked up the sachet from the pool of blood.

Nineteen was shocked. Her clothes were torn by Tian Shu. She had just seen Tang Yu being beaten and ran so fast that she didn't even realize that the sachet had fallen out of her bosom!

Tang Diruo repeatedly examined the sachet, her expression shifting between light and shadow, yet she remained rooted to the spot.

"This is... yours?" Tang Diruo's eyes were terribly red.

Tang Shijiu said, "If it's not mine, then is it yours? This was left to me by my parents, not the Tuanfu Heart Sutra! Give it back to me!"

"Really, it was left by your parents?"

"What's it to you? Can't you see that huge 'Tang' character above it?"

Tang Diruo trembled uncontrollably. She took a step forward and grabbed Tang Shijiu's shoulders: "You...you're seventeen this year, right? Born in October, right!?"

Tang Shijiu was startled and nodded subconsciously.

Tang Diruo suddenly loosened his grip, squatted down, and burst into tears. His crying left Tang Shijiu at a loss: "Why...why are you crying?"

Tang Diruo's voice trembled: "Where is your mother?"

He cried miserably, and when asked why he couldn't answer, he said, "I have no mother. My father and mother died long ago. My master took me in and raised me."

Tang Diruo stood up, her face contorted in a grimace, a mixture of laughter and tears in her expression: "You...don't you miss your family?"

Tang Shijiu was completely bewildered: "There's no such thing as wanting or not wanting..."

Tang Diruo could no longer contain herself and pulled Tang Shijiu into her arms: "You...you. From now on, no one can bully you. You are my Tang family's granddaughter, you are my Tang Diruo's granddaughter, no one can, no one can bully you."

This was completely unexpected for Tang Shijiu. The person who had just bullied her and bullied the most powerful person, who had just been holding a sword and ready to kill her, was now crying and telling her that he was her grandfather!

Tang Shijiu broke free from Tang Diruo: "I respect you as a senior, so please don't lay a hand on me!"

Tang Diruo's tears were still wet: "You, you, you don't believe me? Do you know that your father, your father is in this village. If he knew you were not dead, he would definitely come out."

Seventeen years ago, he personally injured Xi Yan, who was pregnant and desperate, because he was angry that she had seduced his son. Seventeen years later, facing his granddaughter who had been lost and found again, Tang Di Ruo completely forgot the past, completely forgot that if he hadn't driven away the pregnant Xi Yan back then, Tang Shi Jiu probably wouldn't have been wandering the world for seventeen years.

Tang Shijiu naturally knew nothing of the past, but upon hearing him mention that his father was in the manor, in a flash, thinking of Tang Qingliu, his mind became clear.

No wonder, no wonder he often looked at her with affection.

He often couldn't resist touching her inappropriately.