【The Reflection of the Sword's Ridge】 5 Who am I, really?

5. Who am I, really?
News of Lu Qicheng's victory quickly spread throughout Suzhou. Besides the martial arts community feeling gratified,
ordinary people were also proud that Suzhou had produced such a hero. Within a day, Lu Qicheng's reputation
soared. No matter who they met, the topic of their conversation invariably revolved around the exciting details of this decisive battle
. Of course, only a handful of people were present that day. But through word of mouth, it seemed as if the entire
population of Suzhou had witnessed Lu Qicheng's victory firsthand.
The镖师 (bodyguards) and 趟子手 (couriers) at Zhenchuan镖局 (escort agency) were discussing this thrilling battle early in the morning. Two of the
more senior镖师, Old Ma and Old Zou, were talking animatedly, as if they had been there themselves.
"That Miyamoto Ying swung his sword down, but unexpectedly, Master Lu nimbly dodged it with a turn. Then, Master Lu
casually struck with his sword, just that one strike, just that one strike! That Japanese brat had no way to avoid it, and he was hit
!" "Old Ma is describing the situation 'at that time.'
Old Zou immediately chimes in, 'Don't underestimate Master Lu's seemingly casual sword strike! To execute such a strike, one must
cultivate both internal and external strength, combining innate talent with diligent practice to achieve such a masterful casual sword strike!'
The two of them went on and on, captivating the less skilled martial artists in front of them.
Xia Wenyi was also listening nearby, eating some Suzhou pastries. Being well-informed, she knew Old Ma and Old
Zou were exaggerating, but since everyone was having fun, she didn't want to spoil their enjoyment.
Suddenly, she noticed Yun Yu sitting alone, expressionless, chopping wood in the small garden outside the hall. He seemed
to be listening to Old Ma and Old Zou praising Lu Qicheng, or perhaps he was simply lost in thought. He had a full beard, as if he
hadn't shaved in a very, very long time."
Xia Wenyi watched for a while, then a thought struck her. Yun Yu chopped firewood with a casual flourish, picking up the pieces and
setting them aside before effortlessly chopping them with the axe. Xia Wenyi noticed that every piece of wood he split was
the same size. She took a deep breath, thinking that, as expected, Yun Yu was indeed a hidden
master.
She slowly walked up to Yun Yu, crossed her arms, and watched him chop wood with a smile.
Yun Yu, who was working, only caught a whiff of a fragrant aroma, looked up, and saw Xia Wenyi's radiant smile.
Xia Wenyi squatted down in front of Yun Yu, continuing to watch him intently. The usually taciturn Yun Yu, forced to
speak, finally said, "Master, is there anything you need me to do?" Xia Wenyi shook her head.
"No, not for now. I'm just admiring you chopping wood." Yun Yu said calmly, "It's just rough work. It's hardly worthy
of your appreciation, Master." "
Brother Yun," Xia Wenyi quickly said, "we've been working together for several years now. I beg you not to be so
formal, calling me 'boss' all the time! You're older than me, just call me Wenyi!" Yun
Yu shook his head, "There's a difference in rank, I wouldn't dare to offend you."
Xia Wenyi said seriously, "Brother Yun, I know you're not an ordinary person. These past few years with me have just
been a matter of fate. One day you'll break through the shadows and regain your former glory. So... if you consider me a
friend, please don't be so formal."
Yun Yu forced a smile, "Thank you. But you're mistaken, I really am just an ordinary person.
A useless piece of trash." Then he lowered his head and continued working. Although he wouldn't admit it, he
no longer called Xia Wenyi "boss."
Xia Wenyi stood up and smiled, "Brother Yun, believe me. One day you will regain your former glory."
"I eagerly await that day."
Just then, Old Ma suddenly called out to her, "Master, Master! Please come here for a moment, the Lu family's steward
has come to visit!" Xia Wenyi responded to Old Ma, then said to Yun Yu, "I believe that day will
come soon!" She smiled at him again before walking towards the escort agency's hall.
Hearing Xia Wenyi's words, Yun Yu was stunned for a while before bitterly chopping the firewood in front of him with an axe.
When Xia Wenyi entered the hall, she saw an elderly man in his sixties waiting for her.
Old Zou, who was accompanying the old man in the hall, quickly introduced Xia Wenyi, "Steward Lu, this is our master, Madam Chen! Master
, this is the famous Steward Lu Fan!"
Xia Wenyi clasped her hands in a fist salute to Lu Fan, "Steward Lu, what brings you here?" Lu Fan
sat there casually, not returning the greeting, but simply stroked his beard. "I've come to discuss a business deal with you, Madam Chen."
Xia Wenyi was overjoyed. "Thank you for your concern, Steward Lu. May I ask what kind of goods you need escorted to which province?"
Lu Fan shook his head. "It has nothing to do with your escort agency's main business. Madam Chen, think about it, my master, the great hero Lu Qicheng
, is a peerless martial artist. Even if there were truly valuable items to transport, my friends in the underworld probably wouldn't dare touch his things!"
Xia Wenyi frowned, thinking, "You've come to the escort agency not to find a bodyguard, so what kind of business can
we discuss?" Although she was a little displeased, she still smiled broadly. "Of course, of course! Great
Hero Lu's defeat of the Japanese swordsmen this time has truly brought glory to our Suzhou City!"
Lu Fan nodded. "I see that you, Madam Chen, are a straightforward person, so I'll speak frankly!" "The restaurant next to your
escort agency belongs to our Master Lu. Master Lu sees that your escort agency's business is only so-so. So,
out of consideration for us all being from the same hometown, he's planning to give you five hundred taels of silver to buy the agency. This way,
our Hero's Pavilion can expand, and you won't be poor anymore."
Upon hearing his intentions, Xia Wenyi and the other two immediately paled.
Xia Wenyi composed herself and said, "Even if Wenyi is useless, she will do her best to protect her late husband's ancestral business. Otherwise, she would
n't have the face to meet her late husband in the underworld one day. I appreciate Master Lu's kindness!"
Lu Fan hadn't expected Xia Wenyi to refuse so readily, and he couldn't save face. "Madam Chen, our master's
intentions are truly kind. Don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!" He claimed it was out of kindness, but
his last sentence was arrogant.
Xia Wenyi clasped her hands in a fist and palm salute, "Wenyi's mind is made up. Old Ma, Old Zou, see them out!" She is gentle on the outside but strong on the inside
. Although she is kind and approachable in normal times, she is indomitable when faced with major events.
Lu Fan snorted, abruptly stood up, and stormed off. "No need! No need to see me off!"
Watching Lu Fan leave, Xia Wenyi couldn't help but wonder, "Is this the style of Master Lu? Even a steward
is so aggressive. It seems I need to re-evaluate Lu Qicheng's character..."
She didn't notice a pair of eyes watching everything from outside the window after she entered the hall. This person was
Yun Yu, who had stopped chopping wood. A strange worry appeared in his eyes...
Shangguan Jing was busy. He had been busy ravaging Qi'er since waking up early that morning. Now that the formidable enemy, Miyamoto Ei,
had been eliminated, he had tried to relax these past few days, and Qi'er's firm breasts and tight vaginal opening were a tried-and
-true remedy for his relaxation.
Although he had just enjoyed this beauty last night, Qi'er's fragrance had already aroused him this morning.
So he climbed onto the still naked Qi'er, his hands feasting on her breasts.
Touched like that, Qi'er naturally woke up and immediately began to whine sweetly, "Master... why do you want it again
...? Qi'er was already half dead last night..." Shangguan Jing chuckled. He
knew in his heart that Qi'er was deliberately trying to please him, but what man doesn't like to hear such words?
Hearing Qi'er's coquettish voice, his massive member began to rise between his legs. Without further ado, he
knelt down in front of Qi'er's chest and stuffed his half-erect member into her mouth. He looked like a scholar, and his member
was quite delicate, long but lacking in domineering presence; except for the purplish-red head, the rest was
off-white.
Qi'er obediently extended her fragrant tongue to lick the head. After circling the head and licking the
central gap with the tip of her tongue, she finally swallowed it. Amidst Shangguan Jing's series of groans, the massive member gradually revived, its body
hardening like iron. While Qi'er's mouth was busy, her hands were not idle either; one hand tightly gripped the dragon's body, while the other
gently massaged Shangguan Jing's testicles.
In fact, Shangguan Jing had tried Qi'er's oral and manual techniques many times, each time giving him unparalleled pleasure, making
him lose himself in ecstasy. At this moment, Qi'er's target shifted from the dragon's head downwards, swallowing one of Shangguan Jing's testicles in one gulp. At the same time,
she did not neglect the dragon's body, her jade-like hand, tightly gripping the dragon's body, began to rapidly stroke it.
With Qi'er's efforts, water droplets began to emerge from the dragon's head. Shangguan Jing knew Qi'er's prowess, and in order to
prolong the pleasure, he had no choice but to painfully withdraw his massive member from her mouth. He chuckled and then lay between Qi'er's legs, positioning his
massive member before thrusting straight into the dragon.
Qi'er's flower path was still dry; Shangguan Jing's insertion only slightly parted the petals. Yet, the understanding
Qi'er still let out a soft cry. Since the dragon's head was already covered in Qi'er's saliva, Shangguan Jing
finally succeeded in inserting after several attempts. He had always treated Qi'er as a plaything; once inside, he only cared about himself
, regardless of whether Qi'er was ready, and just thrust wildly.
Although Qi'er didn't enjoy it, she still let out soft moans. Having been in the mortal world for a long time, she naturally understood
men's minds. Normally, because she was already accustomed to this kind of life, her heart would be calm as still water. But
this time, when Shangguan Jing was inside her, a handsome face appeared in her mind—the face of
Miyamoto Ying, who had disappeared after being injured.
Remembering the intoxicating feeling of Miyamoto Ying's fingers emitting heat after entering her body that day, Qi'er's body
involuntarily burned. She closed her eyes, trying her best to imagine Shangguan Jing as the handsome and extraordinary
Miyamoto Ying, and his massive member as Miyamoto Ying's fingers.
Shangguan Jing suddenly noticed that Qi'er's pretty face was flushed, and her flower path tightened, gripping his dragon tightly. He thought that
Qi'er was getting into the swing of things with his efforts, and was overjoyed, immediately increasing his thrusts.
While responding to Shangguan Jing, Qi'er thought of Miyamoto Ying. 'I wonder where he went to recuperate after his injury
…? Will he come back to challenge Lu Qicheng again? Alas, he doesn't know that he's not only facing Lu Qicheng
, but also the cunning Shangguan Jing. How can a young man like you possibly defeat these old foxes
?' She longed to see Miyamoto Ying again, but was also worried about his safety; her heart was truly torn
. Because arranging an ambush on Miyamoto Ying was a clandestine affair, only Lu
Qicheng and Shangguan Jing knew about it. The entire city of Suzhou believed that Miyamoto Ying had fled after her defeat.
While Shangguan Jing wasn't exceptionally thick-skinned, he was long enough that, after Qi'er's flower path was moistened, almost every
thrust hit her vital points. Coupled with Qi'er's constant fantasies of Miyamoto Ying
riding on top of her, she gradually reached multiple climaxes.
Shangguan Jing felt the heat within Qi'er's body, chuckled, lifted her legs, placed them on his shoulders,
and then thrust forcefully again. Qi'er's initially feigned moans became passionate, and she twisted her lower
body, seeking even more pleasure. She didn't open her eyes, because she knew that if she did, her dream
would shatter. The one thrusting into her wasn't Miyamoto Ying, but Shangguan Jing, a
despicable man she had been forced to submit to.
"Miyamoto Ei, Miyamoto Ei... I hope you'll remember this poor Qi'er... I hope one day we'll
meet again... Ah..." Qi'er finally climaxed amidst her endless fantasies. A stream of hot, lustful fluid sprayed onto
Shangguan Jing's head, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.
Shangguan Jing himself was also nearing his climax. He mustered his remaining strength and thrust rapidly, trying to take the recently climaxed Qi'er
to another peak. Qi'er involuntarily let out a soul-stirring cry. Unfortunately, just as Qi'er was about to
reach her peak again, Shangguan Jing couldn't hold on any longer. He desperately tried to endure it, but it was too late.
The essence accumulated after a night's rest filled Qi'er's flower path.
Although Qi'er was a little disappointed, she was helpless. In the end, she had become accustomed to it. Her duty was to bring
pleasure to men, while her own satisfaction was something she could only hope for. This was also the reason why she couldn't forget Miyamoto Ying
—that night, Miyamoto Ying only tried his best to please her; he didn't even penetrate her.
Qi'er sighed inwardly. 'I hope he's lucky and everything is alright…'
After venting his anger, Shangguan Jing rested for a while, then got dressed and went to Lu Qicheng's study.
The meeting was underway. Although Lu Qicheng was a martial artist, he also had a penchant for refined pursuits, having set up a study in his mansion for private discussions.
Shangguan Jing approached the study and overheard Lu Fan complaining to Lu Qicheng.
"Master! I've never suffered such humiliation in my life! That wretched woman looks down on me
, and she even dares to disregard you! How can I not be angry?" Lu Fan rattled off a string of words
.
Lu Qicheng's face also showed anger. "Even a small Zhenchuan Escort Agency doesn't give me the time of day? Let me go and take them
down!" Shangguan Jing coughed and entered the study. "Brother Lu, calm down. This is absolutely unacceptable!" Lu
Qicheng's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"
Shangguan Jing sat down at Lu Qicheng's desk and said slowly, "Brother Lu, your reputation as a great hero is currently at its zenith
." "If you were to take down Zhenchuan Escort Agency, wouldn't the martial arts world accuse you of bullying a widow?"
Lu Qicheng, who was initially angry, quickly calmed down. "Brother Shangguan is right. But we can't just let that woman bully us too
much, can we?"
Shangguan Jing said with a smile, "Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? We don't need to personally
deal with a small company like Zhenchuan Escort Agency!" Lu Qicheng raised an eyebrow. "Brother Shangguan, what brilliant plan do you have? Tell me quickly."
Shangguan Jing didn't keep him in suspense and quickly explained his plan after Lu Fan left. After listening, Lu
Qicheng gave a thumbs up. "Brother Shangguan, you're really amazing! Let's do it your way! But this means
we'll have to use our friends from Poison Dragon Valley again."
Shangguan Jing noticed a hint of worry in Lu Qicheng's voice. "Brother Lu, aren't those people usually quite
effective?" Lu Qicheng stared intently at Shangguan Jing. "Indeed. The problem is they're too effective."
Shangguan Jing, being a clever man, immediately understood Lu Qicheng's intentions. "Yes, and they know too many of our
secrets. Brother Lu is the future leader of the martial arts world; we absolutely cannot let the martial arts community know that figures like Poison Dragon Valley
have any connection with you."
Having used Poison Dragon Valley to eliminate dissidents for the past few years, Lu Qicheng
had grown suspicious of them as their power gradually increased. Shangguan Jing was well aware of his thoughts.
"But Brother Lu, the time isn't right yet. We still need them to join forces against Flying Tiger Fortress. Let Poison Dragon Valley
and Flying Tiger Fortress fight to the death first, then we can clean up the mess. Isn't that better?"
Lu Qicheng slammed his hand on the desk and laughed loudly. "Hahaha! Brother Shangguan is right!" Ever since
escaping Miyamoto Ying's blade and being mistaken by the martial arts world as having been defeated by him, Lu Qicheng had become arrogant
and conceited. In reality, he used this arrogance to hide his inferiority complex,
stemming from the fact that he had only managed to defeat Miyamoto Ying through despicable means; he himself was unaware of this mindset.
The meeting ended amidst their boisterous laughter.
Several days passed, but Miyamoto Ying still had no memory of the events, causing her considerable anxiety. Du Yanzhi kept
comforting her, "Don't worry, young lady, take your time. Perhaps you hit your head when you fainted, which caused this
amnesia; it will heal with time!"
Miyamoto Ying looked at him blankly, "Then who am I? How did I get here?
Where are my family?" She tugged at Du Yanzhi's sleeve, "By the way, young master, could you describe in more detail
the circumstances of finding me that day? Perhaps it could awaken my memory...?" "
Du Yanzhi sighed, "Miss, I've repeated this several times these past few days..."
Looking into Miyamoto Ying's clear, bright eyes, he nodded helplessly, "Alright, I'll say it again. That
day, I was gathering herbs in the woods when I passed by the river and found you lying on the ground, your long hair scattered on your body
..."
Miyamoto Ying suddenly interrupted him, "Wait a minute! Last time you said you met me while chopping wood in the woods!"
Du Yanzhi was a little embarrassed, "That day I was chopping wood and gathering herbs at the same time..." Miyamoto Ying nodded, "Okay
, then continue."
Du Yanzhi said, "I saw you unconscious, and since the situation was critical, I took the initiative to
bring you back to rescue you..." Miyamoto Ying interrupted him again, "Was there anything
unusual near the place where you found me? Hmm... for example, a weapon?" Although she had lost her memory, she vaguely felt that she had
a weapon that she never parted with.
Du Yanzhi shook his head, "According to my memory, there's nothing there." Gong Benying persisted, "Then...
is there anyone else nearby?" Du Yanzhi shook his head again, "There's no one living within ten miles of this place.
I chose this little hut precisely because I found it quiet and peaceful, suitable for me to concentrate on my studies for the exam."
Gong Benying was still undeterred, "Why don't you take me back to where I found it? It might evoke some
memories..." Du Yanzhi nodded, "Alright. Miss, have some breakfast first, then we'll slowly walk there
!"
Despite being a scholar, Du Yanzhi's noodles and porridge were surprisingly good, and Gong Benying ate with
great relish. After they finished eating, Du Yanzhi led Gong Benying into the woods. Gong Benying hadn't changed her clothes, so she
wore one of Du Yanzhi's robes. These past few days, she hadn't dressed as a man, and her long hair flowed down her shoulders, making her appear even more elegant and refined
, leaving Du Yanzhi dumbfounded.
The forest was filled with towering ancient trees of similar species, making it easy to get lost if one wasn't careful. After walking for
a while, Miyamoto Ying suddenly stopped. "Wait a minute, we just passed through here, how did we end up back here?"
Du Yanzhi was greatly surprised. "Did we pass through here? How did you know, young lady?" Miyamoto Ying pointed to
the flowers and plants on one side. "Look at this small tree on our right, half of its leaves have withered, and
these flowers on our left are purplish-red. We passed through here about a meal ago." Although she had lost her memory, she
hadn't lost a single thing from the hellish training she had received over the years in the Miyamoto family.
Du Yanzhi was greatly surprised by her keen observation. "My goodness! You remember so
clearly after just one glance? Maybe we took the wrong turn just now. Let's be careful this time, we shouldn't repeat the same mistake."
The two of them indeed didn't take the wrong turn again. Du Yanzhi led Miyamoto Ying to an open
area in the forest and then stopped. "Young lady, this is the place."
Miyamoto Ying looked around, then squatted down to carefully examine the ground, trying to find some clues. Du Yanzhi
stood to the side, gazing at her stunning beauty, finding her captivating in her focused state, truly
mesmerizing in both stillness and movement.
Just as the two were busy with their own tasks, an arrow suddenly shot out not far from Miyamoto Ying.
"Hahaha!" Amidst laughter, a pale-faced young man and two burly
men approached. The young man wore an expensive fox fur cloak and carried a bow, seemingly a young nobleman on a hunt
.
His eyes lit up when he saw Miyamoto Ying, and he handed the bow to his attendant before quickly walking to her side.
"Young lady, what are you looking for?" Miyamoto Ying ignored him, continuing to concentrate on her search for
clues.
The young man continued with a grin, "Young lady, I think you don't need to look anymore." "I am Chang Sheng, the only son of Chang Baiwan
. Come with me now, and I guarantee you'll enjoy endless wealth and luxury!"
At this moment, Du Yanzhi approached. "Young Master Chang, please don't disturb this young lady." Chang Sheng
squinted at Du Yanzhi. "Oh… so you have a protector. Get out of my way!
I never fail to get what I want!"
Chang Sheng's two bodyguards also came over and pushed Du Yanzhi away. Du Yanzhi tried to resist and was punched several
times. "You brat, our young master wants you to get lost! You'd better get far away!"
Chang Sheng thought there were no obstacles left, and boldly reached out to touch Gong Benying's pretty face.
Suddenly, Chang Sheng's two bodyguards heard a scream and turned around to find their master's right hand twisted, apparently broken.
It turned out that Gong Benying, angered by his rudeness, had used a grappling technique in a flash to break the hand he had used to offend her.
Du Yanzhi and his two bodyguards were stunned. In fact, Miyamoto Ying herself was also quite surprised. Because
she had lost her memory, she had no idea she possessed such a skill; it was merely a natural reaction from her body
.
The two bodyguards roared and attacked Miyamoto Ying together. Seeing Miyamoto Ying standing there dumbfounded
, not even trying to dodge, Du Yanzhi quickly chased after her to try and stop her. One of the bodyguards immediately retaliated with a punch to Du Yanzhi
's head. Just as Du Yanzhi was about to be hit, he closed his eyes, resigned to the blow, but the
punch didn't land on his face.
Du Yanzhi couldn't help but open his eyes and saw the two bodyguards lying on the ground, bruised and battered, while Miyamoto
Ying stared blankly at her hands. It turned out that when she saw Du Yanzhi in danger, her feet had automatically carried
her to the two bodyguards. Her hands moved with lightning speed, striking the two bodyguards repeatedly, leaving them
motionless on the ground.
Du Yanzhi exclaimed to Miyamoto Ying, "Miss, you know martial arts!" Miyamoto Ying nodded blankly,
her mind a jumble of confusion. "So I know martial arts... then who am I?
"

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