【The Wandering Swordsman】(Part 1)

The Wandering Swordsman (Part 1)
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The sugarcane in the field grew taller than a person. This young man had been lying prone in the sugarcane field since dusk,
silently watching the large house ahead.
He had an extremely stubborn face, and at this moment, he held an extremely sharp dagger between his teeth.
Suddenly, he straightened up. He saw a strong, burly man emerge from the large house and
walk towards the path in the sugarcane field.
The burly man drew closer, and the young man's back arched high. Just as the burly man passed by
, the young man's body suddenly sprang up, the dagger in his hand.
Before the young man's hands and feet even touched the ground, the dagger was already thrust out, aimed precisely at the burly man's
back.
The lunge and thrust were calculated with such precision that the burly man fell to the ground almost without any chance to dodge. The
young man pressed down on his body until he was sure the man was dead, then sprang up,
the dagger back in his hand.
The rain began to fall, and the sky darkened in an instant.
The young man braved the heavy rain, his mouth tightly shut, and walked towards the street. Just as he turned a corner in an alley, a middle-aged man with a purplish-red face, thick eyebrows, and a large nose suddenly appeared
.
"Wait a moment," the middle-aged man said in a deep voice.
The young man stopped abruptly, turned around, and looked at the middle-aged man. "Come here, I have something to
say to you!" the middle-aged man laughed. "I just saw you kill someone."
The young man's eyes turned cold. He moved slowly, then with lightning speed, drew his dagger and thrust it towards
the middle-aged man's throat.
The middle-aged man's reaction was incredibly swift. With a flick of his wrist, his fingers gripped the young man's arm firmly
. He calmly said, "Yes, this is the dagger, the murder weapon."
The young man was gripped tightly, making strange sounds in his throat. His muscles tensed, showing his
desperate struggle, but to no avail.
The middle-aged man chuckled coldly several times before releasing his grip. He adjusted his bamboo hat and stepped into
the rain. The young man gathered his dagger and immediately gave chase.
The middle-aged man turned from the main road into a small alley and came straight to an ancient temple. Standing before the temple gate,
without turning his head, he said,
"Why have you been following me?"
"I'm going to kill you!" the young man replied.
"Why do you want to kill me?"
"Because you saw me kill someone."
The middle-aged man lifted his bamboo hat, looked directly at the young man, and said, "You want to kill
someone for that reason?"
"Yes, and I've already killed two people."
"Killing is something you do for money!"
"I don't understand."
"Then what was your reason for killing the first time?"
A look of extreme pain suddenly appeared on the young man's face. He seemed unwilling to answer the question, but
as he bent down, a dagger flashed in a flash.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha..." The middle-aged man seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. As he leaped away, he laughed loudly,
saying, "You can't kill me, but since you've decided to follow me, perhaps you can learn more, see more, and understand
more, ha, ha..."
The middle-aged man walked into the temple and arrived at the backyard. In the water, there was a carriage. He opened
the carriage door, jumped in, and then stuck his head out, calling out,
"Hey! If you still want to follow me, the best way is to drive the carriage for me."
The young man didn't say a word, got into the carriage, picked up the whip stuck beside the seat, and drove the carriage
out of the temple's backyard. The middle-aged man's voice came from inside the carriage:
"Head north, to Kaifeng Prefecture. I'll show you what life is like with money!"
The carriage sped along the road. The young man was a competent coachman; he cracked his whip loudly,
oblivious to the heavy rain.
The middle-aged man closed his eyes, thinking: Who is this young man? Judging from his shabby clothes, he
's definitely not anyone important. But judging from the sharpness and cleanliness of his movements, he's a first-rate killing genius.
The middle-aged man himself was the renowned, invisible assassin—Lei Ying. He possessed many exquisitely crafted killing
methods, which had brought him immense wealth.
Lei Ying's killings came at a high price, but he never missed. He was a man with a heart as cold as a devil
, but after witnessing the young man's methods, he not only didn't avoid him, but instead felt
an uncontrollable joy. He made up his mind to tame this young man and have him kill for him
.
The carriage entered Kaifeng Prefecture, turned left at a gate, and arrived at an incomparably magnificent mansion.
The two burly men guarding the gate saw him from afar and immediately opened the loudspeaker, shouting, "Make way! Master Lei is here
!"
The carriage was led into the mansion, which had a large courtyard.
Lei Ying alighted from the carriage, turned around, and waved to the young man, saying, "Get down!"
At the same time, he pulled a silver note from his pocket with a "swish," and in the red seal were the black characters
: "Ten Thousand Taels." Lei Ying said, "I've booked the whole courtyard. You all serve this young master first."
The young man, hearing Lei Ying address him as "young master," was momentarily bewildered and simply asked blankly,
"Then—? Master Lei? Don't go, I'm sticking with you."
"Ha! Ha! Ha," Lei Ying laughed, "I'm sticking with you too. If we separate and you find me again, it
'll be even harder for me to guard against you."
Those around them couldn't understand the meaning of their conversation, but servants urged, "Young Master!
Please come with us."
The young man was led into a fragrant corridor, at the end of which was a very large room. Inside was a white
stone pool, about ten feet square, filled with an intoxicating fragrance.
"Young Master, would you like to call two young ladies to keep you company?"
"Oh? No, no." The young man refused in surprise.
After the servants left, the young man comfortably waded into the fragrant pool. He saw a
bright door slightly ajar, and a slender hand, smeared with bright red phoenix flower juice, reached in from outside.
It was a snow-white, plump arm, carrying a bamboo basket with a set of clothes on the basket.
The young man stood by the pond, his heart pounding for a long time before he finally stepped forward, picked up the clothes from the bamboo basket, and put them on
. Surprisingly, they fit him perfectly. Just then, the door opened completely, and a bright-eyed, white-toothed girl peeked in, smiling at him:
"Please come with me, Miss Lan is waiting for you!"
"Miss Lan... Miss Lan?"
The girl smiled back. She wore an extremely thin gauze dress, her smooth arms faintly
visible beneath the sheer fabric. The young man's heart pounded again. He involuntarily followed behind her.
After passing a pavilion, the girl led him to a charming, elegant room, then giggled and walked away.
The young man pushed open the door to the room and saw a girl sitting before a table, untying her hair. Her
long, glossy black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, falling over her shoulders. Because her hands were raised high,
her blouse fell to her sides, revealing two delicate, smooth arms, so even and smooth, like
jade carvings.
He was already a twenty-two-year-old man, but he had never seen such a beautiful woman; the young man
was completely stunned.
"You've come from afar, would you like something to eat?" a beautiful voice inquired solicitously.
"I…" the young man stammered, his mouth agape, "Oh…no, thank you."
The beauty came before him, a delicate fragrance filling his lungs. Her pretty face was fair with a rosy glow, and
through the light veil, her snow-white breasts were faintly visible. The young man's throat went dry.
He felt a burning fire within him, his blood surging, and finally, unable to restrain himself, he reached out and grasped the
beauty's fragrant shoulder.
The beauty let out a captivating, seductive cry, her body twisting as the light gauze dress slipped from her shoulders,
revealing her fair, smooth, and delicate skin. Her fragrant, soft body nestled into his
embrace.
The young man felt as if he were floating on clouds. The beauty let out a soft "ah," tilting her head back, her
large, watery eyes gazing at him:
"You… um, look how fast my heart is beating!"
"Yes… yes…" he stammered, his hands and feet flailing.
The beauty smiled coquettishly at him again, her voice like a nightingale's song: "You… do you want me…?"
"Oh, yes, of course I do!" he said, lowering his head to kiss her fragrant lips.
"You're a wealthy young master, and I'm just..."
"No, it's not like that, I, I... No, you..."
The young man didn't know how to explain his identity and thoughts, nor how to express his feelings
. He only felt an urgent need and impulse, and he held her tightly.
The beauty's soft, silken hands caressed his broad chest, and the young man shivered.
He gritted his teeth, feeling a burning sensation in his lower abdomen, and his penis was already hard and erect.
The beauty stretched out her fragrant tongue, teasing his tongue, making him tremble as if electrocuted. Then, the two of
them fell onto the bed.
Her light veil loosened, her undergarment fell off... She opened her eyes slightly, as if overwhelmed with shyness.
The young man's rough hands roamed over her snow-white body.
The beauty had well-proportioned breasts, their peaks topped with small, pink nipples. Her abdomen was smooth and flat, below which lay
a small mound of her private garden and a pair of long, jade-like legs.
The young man's lust surged, his face flushed. He sucked on her nipples, increasingly feeling his clothes
coming undone. The beauty moaned softly again:
"Mmm...mmm, my...my heart feels...it feels like it's going to jump out...mmm...I...I...
my whole body...is...feels light...mmm...I'm going to float...mmm..."
The young man, already burning with desire, immediately mounted her after her soft moan. But he seemed unable to find
the right way; his hard penis merely throbbed and protruded from the outside of her paradise.
"Mmm, mmm... ah, ah... a little gentler... gentler... take it slow..."
the beautiful woman said, spreading her legs apart, her slender hands guiding his hard penis towards the entrance, slowly
rubbing it.
The young man was already sweating profusely with impatience. His breathing became heavy.
The beautiful woman slightly shifted her waist, making her vulva better suited to his penis, and after a moment, he finally
entered.
"Ah, ah..." she frowned, "You... your... ah... your... how... how
... ah... so big..."
The young man just smiled and didn't answer. He held her breasts, then suddenly thrust his waist down. The beautiful woman
cried out weakly,
"Oh... oh dear... you... you... you're so heartless... oh dear... you're so cruel... how...
how could you do this... oh dear, oh dear..."
Tears streamed from her tightly closed eyes, and she clenched her small hands, hitting and cursing the young man's chest
.
The young man was stunned for a moment. He stammered, "Miss... I... I... I really
couldn't hold back... I... I... I'm so sorry."
As soon as he finished speaking, he straightened his back, intending to pull out the hard, fleshy intestine. The beauty immediately clenched her legs...
She grabbed his thick waist with her legs, and said in a sweet voice, "Wait a minute, wait a minute... it doesn't hurt anymore."
After the beauty finished speaking, her jade-like hands reached behind his ears, skillfully stroking the back of his neck, while she breathed softly
and instructed,
"It feels much better now, ah... I've never seen anything as big as yours... to be honest, it's so full,
ah... I feel so comfortable..."
The young man was stunned for a moment. What was going on? He had just shed tears, and now she was saying it felt good?
His whole body felt like it was on fire, his genitals tightly and warmly bound, forcing
him to speak: "Miss, I, I really... Miss... may I thrust a few times?" As soon as
the young man finished speaking, he felt a surge of hot fluid at the front of his intestines, a sudden outpouring
of pleasure he had never experienced before. He thrust forward a few times,
and the beauty's soft cries rose again:
"Ah, ah, ah... oh... young master... oh... I, I'm coming... oh... I'm coming...
oh... so good... so... so good... I... I, I'm coming..."
The young man held her tightly in his arms. The beauty's slender waist began to sway up and down and side to side, her eyes
wide open as she cried out:
"Young Master... Ah, ah... So beautiful... Ah, ah... So beautiful... So beautiful... Ah... Oh...
I, I... I want to fly to the sky... Flying to the sky... Young Master... My dear Young Master... I...
I... So beautiful... So beautiful, so beautiful..."
The beauty's jade gate once again leaked lustful fluids, her peach blossom cave now a wet, muddy path. The young man seized
the opportunity, urging on his thrusts, rising and falling violently. His penis grew harder and harder, and with each angry thrust, it produced
a "plop, plop" sound.
The beauty's slender waist stretched faster and faster, her long fingers digging into his back muscles. She was already at the
peak of her climax, and she cried out again:
"Oh, oh... young master... oh, you are my... my darling... oh, I'm so happy...
so happy... I'm willing to serve you for a lifetime... willing... oh... hold me tight, hold me tight...
oh, harder... oh, harder... ah..."
After a series of urgent cries, the walls of her vagina suddenly contracted, and
thick vaginal fluid gushed from the depths of her uterus. Her cervix tightly gripped the young man's glans, sucking it forcefully.
"Ah... ah... I..." the young man cried out, straightening his legs.
Unable to resist the powerful sucking, he only let out two or three cries before a wave of pleasure washed over him, and he
ejaculated a powerful stream of semen.
The beauty panted, her pretty face flushed crimson.
The young man had never imagined a woman could bring him such pleasurable release. She pressed close to him,
there wasn't even a gap between them. The beauty's starry eyes slightly opened, her long eyelashes fluttering as she asked,
"Do you...like me?"
"Yes," he nodded vigorously.
"My name is Xinlan."
The young man fell silent. Before this, he had lived a nomadic life, barely surviving. But now, surrounded by luxurious
tents and the warmth of her soft, fragrant body, he thought this was the most beautiful state of being.
He just couldn't understand why he had suddenly encountered such a situation. Since he couldn't figure it out, he decided to stop
wasting his energy.
He remained lost in this thought for seven days, indulging in his pleasures.
It was dusk. Xinlan sat before the table, tidying her lustrous black hair. A young man was
beside her, gently stroking her slender waist.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside the curtain. Xinlan struggled and pushed him away.
Three people entered: two men and a woman. The woman was an old woman who called out, "Miss Lan!" "
Coming!" Xinlan quickly replied.
Xinlan walked to the door, whispered a few words to the old woman, and then lifted the curtain to go outside. The other
two men entered. One of them carried a tray. The young man looked down and saw a dagger on the tray
, and a pair of old boots beside his clothes.
Those were his things; he recognized them. He looked up absently, asking, "What
is it?"
The two men smiled and said, "Sir, you should go!"
The young man suddenly cried out, "Where's Xiao Lan?"
One of the men laughed, "Miss Lan? She has another customer. If you wish to
rekindle your relationship, that's easy. We'll keep the usual price, although Miss Lan is becoming increasingly popular!"
The young man swayed, needing to steady himself on the table. He said, "You...you mean
, it costs money to be with Miss Lan? How much?"
The young man hesitated for a moment, then slowly and deliberately said, "I don't care what it is, find Miss Lan for me.
I want her!"
The two men exchanged glances. With a surprised, disdainful smile, the one holding the plate placed it on
the table, saying, "Sir, this is yours. Take it with you!"
After speaking, the two walked out together. Suddenly, the young man let out a strange cry, reached out, grabbed
one of the men by the shoulder, and forcefully pulled him back.
He pressed the dagger to the man's throat, his voice hoarse, and shouted, "Find Miss Lan for me
!"
The man turned pale with fright. The other man rushed out the door, shouting, "Murder! Someone's trying to kill someone
!"
The shout was like a sharp arrow piercing the young man's heart. He suddenly raised
his head, aiming a shot straight at the back of the man who had rushed out the door.
The dagger was flying so fast, it looked like it was about to hit the person, when suddenly, a figure flashed from the side,
a person rushed over, reached out and pushed the person aside, and at the same time, with a backhand flick, had already grabbed the dagger in their hand.
Before the young man could even see what was happening, the man, dagger in hand, entered.
It was Lei Ying, grinning as he looked at the young man and said, "Young man, you're
not just killing someone here. The constables will be here in a minute. Do you think you can escape?"
The young man stammered, "I...I..."
But before he could finish, Lei Ying's fingers suddenly tightened, gripping his wrist. Lei Ying
's grip tightened, and he was pulled away against his will.
Lei Ying's pace quickened, and in the blink of an eye, they had dashed out through a side door. The door slammed shut, and
outside, under a large tree, stood the carriage.
Lei Ying swung his arm forcefully, sending the young man flying forward until he
reached the carriage, where he finally stopped. As soon as he stood still, Lei Ying clenched his arm again, and his dagger
flew out and landed on the ground beside the young man's feet.
Lei Ying said coldly, "Pick it up. That's your murder weapon. Don't forget, you'll use it to kill
me too!"
The young man bent down, picked up the dagger, and stared at Lei Ying.
He called out, "Master Lei!"
Lei Ying, his face stern, asked, "What is it?"
The young man said, "Master Lei...you've already spent ten thousand taels of silver for me, so naturally...naturally I don't mind
spending another ten thousand taels!" Lei Ying laughed heartily. He laughed so happily; it was
a sentence he had been waiting for for so long. He almost thought he would never hear it again, but those words had finally
come from the young man's mouth. This proved that although the young man was strange, he was still human, and he had all the weaknesses of a human!
Lei Ying smiled, and the young man's expression became even more humble. He hurriedly said, "Uncle Lei, you have money,
you don't care about spending an extra ten thousand taels of silver, you—"
Before he could finish the word "you," suddenly, he leaped forward, and as he lunged,
the dagger in his hand suddenly pointed upwards!
The dagger seemed almost an extension of his body, moving with him as he lunged at Lei Ying. Lei
Ying's laughter abruptly ceased. He twisted his body swiftly, and with a "whoosh," the dagger in the young man's hand
pierced through his armpit and sleeve. Lei Ying involuntarily let out a cry of surprise.
Had the dagger been just two inches off, he would have been killed!
His movements were incredibly fast. Before the young man could even retract his hand, he struck
out with a backhand, his fingers flying out with a "smack," striking the young man's shoulder. The force of that strike was considerable, sending the young man flying backward with a " 　　thud," rolling several times
before finally getting to his feet. 　　 Lei Ying glanced down at his armpit; the wind blowing in through the hole made his armpit 　　feel cool and damp. 　　 He slowly said, "Killing someone when they need something is always the best time; they 　　won't be on guard!" 　　 The young man gave a bitter smile and said, "However, I still failed to kill you." 　　 Lei Ying paused for a moment before saying, "It's all because you haven't properly learned martial arts. If someone had taught you properly 　　, your movements would be faster and more accurate. Then, I might have died at your hands!" 　　 The young man said, "Then, I can find at least ten thousand taels of silver on you?" 　　 Lei Ying was taken aback, then suddenly burst into laughter, saying, "So you killed me just now for the silver 　　?" 　　 The young man turned his head away with a pained expression. Although he didn't say anything, he kept 　　asking himself, "Did I kill for the silver?" 　　 He continued thinking: Of course not, I want to be with Xinlan, but without money, she can't be 　　with me. 　　 The young man, panting, his voice hoarse like that of a wounded, bellowing bull, 　　said, "Give me ten thousand taels of silver!" 　　 Lei Ying grinned maliciously, spreading his hands, and said, "What use is ten thousand taels of silver? Even if I give it to you, you 　　can only keep her for seven days. After seven days, what then? Besides, why would I give you ten thousand 　　taels of silver for no reason? Do you know that there are many, many people in the world who work hard their whole lives and still can't earn ten thousand taels of silver 　　?" 　　 The young man's face turned ashen, and he lowered his head, saying, "I know." 　　 Lei Ying laughed even more happily, and the young man walked step by step down the path he had arranged! 　　 He said, "But those people are all fools. A smart person like you 　　could earn ten thousand taels, or even a hundred thousand or a million, you know? You only need eighty thousand taels of silver to redeem Lan-niang from her 　　servitude, and from then on, she'll be yours alone!" 　　 The young man looked up at Lei Ying. 　　 He felt his throat dry again. He had indeed learned a lot these past few days; at least he knew that when 　　a man thinks of women and money, his throat becomes strangely dry. 　　 He stammered, "I...I can earn that much silver?" Lei Ying said, "Yes, as long as you listen to 　　me and do as I say." 　　 The young man was stunned for a moment before asking, "You...what will you ask me to do?" 　　 Lei Ying's answer was too simple, too simple to be more than two words: "Kill!" 　　 The young man's body trembled, and he closed his eyes. Now he understood. When he first heard Lei Ying say that he would 　　kill for silver, he really didn't understand, and he thought he would never understand. 　　 But now he understood. He understood that killing for silver was a natural thing to do! 　　 He slowly opened his eyes again and said, "Whom do you want me to kill? 　　How much silver will I get?" 　　 Lei Ying's face turned very serious in an instant. He strode forward, 　　and the young man followed closely behind him.

"For every person you kill, I can give you ten thousand taels of silver."
The young man, panting, whispered, "I want to kill eight people!"
Lei Ying ignored the young man's words and continued, "But I won't give silver
to someone whose name I don't even know. Tell me your name and background!"
The young man opened his mouth. Finally, he uttered a sound, saying, "My surname is Zhou, and my name is Zhou Jian."
Lei Ying frowned. The young man had a strange name, but he didn't doubt it.
He asked again, "Zhou Jian, where are you from?"
Zhou Jian's lips twitched a few more times before he said, "I'm from Hebei, from Longyun Manor."
Lei Ying was suddenly startled and exclaimed, "Longyun Manor? Then who was the first person you killed?"
Zhou Jian lowered his head, his face showing that painful expression again, his facial muscles twitching, and said,
"It was the Lord of Longyun Manor."
Lei Ying took a deep breath. The Lord of Longyun Manor had died suddenly and mysteriously a month ago.
The death of the highly skilled Master Long, so mysteriously, caused quite a stir in the martial arts world. Many
even suspected that Lei Ying was responsible.
Lei Ying didn't doubt the young man's words; he was simply puzzled. He asked, "Master Long's martial arts were extremely
high. You... killed him? How did you do it?"
Zhou Jian, still with his head down, replied, "When I attacked, he was completely off guard. When someone is off guard,
all their martial arts skills are rendered useless!"
Hearing Zhou Jian's words, Lei Ying felt a chill run down his spine and took two steps back.
The two murderers, one old and one young, stared at each other, their thoughts shifting rapidly in an instant. Each tried to fathom the other
's intentions, but they were both exceptionally intelligent. They never believed that one could fully understand another
's mind. And when they realized that the other was trying to figure out their own thoughts, they both laughed.
Lei Ying smiled and said, "So, are you going or not? As long as you kill eight people, Xinlan is yours
."
Zhou Jian's smile suddenly vanished. He stood frozen, seemingly pondering a crucial question
. After a long while, he finally uttered three words: "How long?"
"That's hard to say. At best, ten days or eight days; at worst, half a year or a year!"
Zhou Jian took a deep breath and said, "I can't wait. Lend me 100,000 taels of silver first, and I'll definitely
kill ten people for you!"
"You want me to give you 100,000 taels of silver first? You have to kill twelve people for me!"
Zhou Jian immediately said, "Okay, give me the silver notes."
Lei Ying turned and walked away, with Zhou Jian following behind. Soon, they emerged from
the alley behind the Jade Fragrance Courtyard and onto the street.
Zhou Jian followed Lei Ying into a bank, a well-established and prestigious establishment. Ordinary people probably would
n't even dare to step into such a place. The lobby was gloomy, the purple willow wood furniture heavy and oppressive. Lei
Ying and Zhou Jian received the best treatment upon entering.
Zhou Jian closed his eyes. Before this, he had killed people. Each time, he killed to try and clear
his name of his first crime, to become an innocent man.
But now, he was going to kill for money!
Zhou Jian was originally a stable boy in Long Family Village. Master Long of the Long Family Manor was a renowned figure in the martial arts world.
His manor was teeming with skilled warriors, and he had twelve disciples, known in the martial arts world as the Twelve Little Dragons, each possessing unique abilities.
The Long Family Manor's stables housed two to three hundred fine horses and employed over thirty grooms, Zhou Jian being just
one of them.
Zhou Jian was diligent and quiet; even the other grooms were unaware that he would occasionally sneak out
to watch Master Long and the Twelve Little Dragons practice—his only mischievous trait.
He spent a considerable amount of time digging a tunnel leading directly to a large tree beside the training ground. The tree trunk was hollowed out by borers, just enough to conceal a person. Zhou Jian could 　　stand upright
within the tree trunk for an hour or two. 　　 He had witnessed the martial arts of Master Long and the skills of the Twelve Little Dragons, but he hadn't had much opportunity to practice them. 　　He simply memorized the moves he saw and the internal energy cultivation techniques Master Long had taught him. He 　　knew those techniques were extremely useful, because he felt his steps becoming lighter and his movements more agile. 　　 What truly brought about a significant change in Zhou Jian's otherwise monotonous life was a moonlit night. 　　 That night, Zhou Jian, lying on a pile of straw, was awakened by the neighing of a horse. He… 　　 He rolled over and stealthily crawled out, reaching a clump of grass behind the stable. Grabbing 　　the weeds with both hands, he pulled up a plank of grass, beneath which were two dark, deep holes. 　　 Like a snake, he slithered into the holes. It didn't take long for him 　　to straighten up 　　 after laboriously scraping past the twisting, coiled roots underground. He was now inside the worm-eaten trunk of the large tree! 　　 He straightened up, took a breath, and peered out through a small hole in the trunk. 　　 Less than a foot away, he heard a voice! The voice was 　　practically leaning against the tree trunk! 　　 Zhou Jian immediately understood; it was the voice of the third of the twelve disciples of the Dragon Manor Lord. 　　 "Second Senior Brother, what do you think? Don't 　　 you have any plans at all?" "What plans? This old man will naturally hand over the position of sect leader to the eldest!" 　　 The third brother said in a sinister voice, "Second Senior Brother, if you don't come up with a solution, things will just stay the same. But you 　　're older than the eldest, and you only call him 'Eldest Senior Brother' because he joined the sect earlier. You, on the other hand, already had skills when you joined, and your martial arts are 　　much stronger than his. I think—" " 　　 Third Brother, you mean to call me… If people find out, it'll be terrible!" 　　 The third brother laughed and said, "Heaven knows, earth knows, you know, I know, who else has ever known? The eldest would never…"

"Beware we might target him. We can act in the next couple of days!"
Zhou Jian's heart pounded, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
He stood there, not daring to breathe, watching as the second and third brothers walked away, both with
strange expressions on their faces.
On the third day, news of the death of Wang Dazhang, the eldest disciple of the Dragon Manor Lord and the leader of the Twelve Little Dragons, spread throughout the entire
Dragon Manor.
Wang Dazhang was murdered at the foot of a small hill seven miles outside the Dragon Manor. He was probably killed early in the morning
, but his body wasn't discovered until noon.
The Dragon Manor Lord was furious and sent many people to hunt down the murderer. Zhou Jian watched as the second and third brothers, their
faces filled with grief and indignation, rushed out of the manor.
While working, Zhou Jian's hands trembled uncontrollably, for he knew who had killed Wang Dazhang.
On the fifth day, Chen Diaofei, the second disciple of the Dragon Manor Lord, the second of the Twelve Little Dragons, a man of immense experience
in the martial world, already renowned before becoming a disciple, was also assassinated!
The entire Dragon Manor was greatly shaken. Zhou Jian watched as his third brother, his voice hoarse, shouted and led
the team out of the manor to find Chen Diaofei's killer.
While working, Zhou Jian's hands no longer trembled. He had enough evidence to know that his third
brother was responsible for Chen Diaofei's death. With the eldest and second brothers gone, he, the third brother, was now the eldest.
On the sixth night, it was Zhou Jian's turn to stand guard. He sat before the stables, the dim light of a flickering lamp
barely visible in the darkness, but he could see a tall figure approaching the stables. That was Master Long.
Zhou Jian immediately stood up. Master Long carried an extremely wide leather belt, from which twenty-four
extremely sharp daggers were embedded. He could fire twenty daggers in quick succession with both hands—that was Master Long's signature skill.
Master Long placed the belt on the stable ladder and said in a deep voice, "Quickly prepare a fast horse for me!"
Zhou Jian replied, "Yes!"
But in that instant, he wanted to tell Master Long who had killed the eldest and second eldest brothers.
He felt that if he spoke up, Master Long would definitely look at him differently, and perhaps he wouldn't have to
work so hard as a stable boy anymore.
So, after answering, he called out again, "Master Long!"
But before he could finish, Master Long grumbled, "Quickly prepare the horses!"
Zhou Jian hesitated, then hurriedly said, "Master Long, I—"
This time, he only managed to utter one more "I," before Master Long abruptly raised his leg and stomped on
Zhou Jian's crotch, shouting, "I told you to prepare the horses!"
Master Long's kick sent him flying several feet away, crashing heavily onto the haystack.
He didn't feel any pain, but in that instant, the inner turmoil was indescribable;
his face burned as if on fire.
He immediately understood that in Master Long's eyes, he was less than an animal!
Lord Long certainly wouldn't kick his beloved horse like that, but he could easily send him flying
more than ten feet away.
Zhou Jian's heart pounded. He stood up, head down, not even bothering to brush the grass off his clothes, and walked to the stable.
He led a horse out, came to Lord Long, and placed the saddle on its back. Lord Long casually
pulled on the leather belt studded with daggers and wrapped it around his waist.
In that instant, Zhou Jian's anger reached its peak. He suddenly reached into the belt, pulled out
a dagger, and immediately plunged it into Lord Long's heart!
The look on Lord Long's face at that moment was something Zhou Jian would never forget.
Zhou Jian saw that his eyes were wide open, his hands still tightly gripping the leather belt, and a very strange
expression on his face. He seemed to want to laugh, but he couldn't.
Because Zhou Jian's dagger was stuck in his chest; he was practically
dead the moment Zhou Jian struck.
Zhou Jian stood there for a long time before withdrawing his hand, pulling out the dagger. The Dragon Manor Lord's body slumped forward, landing on
his horse. His tall frame was so large that his upper body landed squarely on the horsehide.
Zhou Jian only stood there for a very short time before running out as if his life depended on it. He jumped over the manor's fence and
fell into the deep ditch outside. The water in the ditch soaked him completely. He climbed out of the ditch and ran on, not knowing
how long he ran, until he collapsed again, too weak to get up. His face was pressed against the ground, panting.
He lay prone for an unknown amount of time before hearing a sudden neighing sound from the ground. Zhou Jian abruptly raised
his head and saw that it was already dawn; the eastern sky was a pale white. At the same time, he saw a man riding
a horse approaching him. That man was also a groom from Longjiazhuang.
Brother Zhou's heart pounded. The man, pulling the horse, said, "Little Zhou, I never thought you had such guts!"
Brother Zhou's throat was dry, barely able to speak. He stammered, "You... what are you saying?"
The man laughed, "Little Zhou, don't deny it. I saw it all. You plunged a knife into
Master Long's heart!"
The man then lowered his voice, "Little Zhou, do you know? You and I made a fortune!
I saw you run away like a ghost. I went over and felt around on Master Long's body and found a huge bag of gold
. Probably a hundred taels! Only a bastard would work for the Long family. Come, Little Zhou, let me take you for a drink to calm
your nerves!"
Zhou Jian finally came to his senses and said, "You...you won't tell anyone?"
The man laughed, "Of course! If I tell someone, will the gold still be safe? Come, let's go to the town ahead!"
The man said, leading his horse forward hurriedly. Zhou Jian followed behind him. He
couldn't remember the details of what happened next, because at the time, his mind was too chaotic and he was too afraid.
Thinking back to when his dagger had pierced that man's chest, he felt a sense of absurdity. He
felt that the man actually thought that a murderer would let someone who witnessed the killing live in the world—that was truly ridiculous.
When Zhou Jian killed the coachman, he thought he was being discreet, but a burly man saw him. Zhou
Jian had been tracking the man until seven days ago, but this time Lei Ying had spotted him.
Zhou Jian suddenly looked up. Lei Ying was already standing in front of him, holding a thick stack of silver notes, smiling at
him.
Zhou Jian stood up and took the stack of silver notes from Lei Ying. Although the stack was light,
it felt surprisingly heavy in his hand.
Zhou Jian held the stack of silver notes, his other hand gently stroking them. He felt as if he were touching the soft
, fragrant, and smooth breasts of Xinlan again.
"I have a house in Dragon Horn Alley. It's small, but quite exquisite. I'll give it to you, but
you have to go and do my errands first thing tomorrow morning!" Lei Ying said calmly.
Zhou Jian took a deep breath and said, "Yes!"
He walked out of the bank, ignoring where Lei Ying had gone. Unlike before, this time
he didn't cautiously track down the person he wanted to kill; he knew Lei Ying wouldn't leave his side.
Zhou Jian threw a large stack of silver notes onto the marble table with a "thud." The
people gathered around the table bulged their eyes.
Although Yuxiang Courtyard was used to "big spenders," this was the first
time someone had spent 100,000 taels of silver at once.
He called out arrogantly, "Where's Xinlan? Tell her to come with me immediately. I already have a house in Longjiao Alley
."
His calls echoed inside, followed by the sounds of beautiful women
. The curtain was lifted, and four or five girls, surrounding Xinlan, came before Zhou Jian.
Xinlan's cheeks were flushed crimson. Upon seeing her, Zhou Jian immediately took a step forward, but in that
instant, he stopped!
He saw a girl behind Xinlan.
This girl was taller than Xinlan. Xinlan's skin was already quite fair, but this girl was even whiter, so fair it seemed
almost translucent. The girl was slimmer than Xinlan, and her slanted phoenix eyes
were even more captivating. Her thin gauze dress caused her breasts to rise and fall slightly. When Zhou Jian looked at her
, she lowered her head slightly, but her eyes were alluring, making Zhou Jian feel a tickle all over his body.
In that instant, the blush on Xinlan's face faded, because she realized that Zhou Jian's gaze was not on her
face.
Zhou Jian pulled out a banknote from his purse, placed it on the table, and pointed directly at the tall, slender girl with alluring eyes,
saying, "She... I want to be with her for seven days. Serve me well!"
He then clutched the rest of the banknotes to his chest. Zhou Jian walked forward, and as he passed Xinlan, he
didn't even glance at her again, but instead embraced the girl's slender waist. Her waist was so delicate, so
supple; he felt a sense of euphoria!
This time, he was no longer the uncouth man he had been when he first entered the "Jade Fragrance Courtyard." He was ushered into the room by the girl
, and immediately, with an air of nonchalance, he cupped her chin and asked, "What's your name?"
"Qiao'er!" she replied with a charming smile.
"Qiao'er, ha, ha, Qiao'er, how did you manage to maintain such fair skin?"
Qiao'er didn't answer. Zhou Jian picked her up and carried her to the bed, calmly unbuttoning her gossamer-like gauze dress.
Qiao'er's snow-white, delicate body shone brightly under the lamplight, and Zhou Jian's breathing immediately became heavy.
"Your breasts are even more beautiful than Xinlan's, and whiter too."
He said, burying his head in her chest, gently biting her nipple with his teeth, while his middle finger
inserted into her vulva. Qiao'er nervously tried to pull away, crying out:
"Ouch...don't bite...it hurts!"
"Who told you to try to avoid me!"
"I can't stand the tickling!" Qiao'er said sweetly.
"Okay, don't be nervous, I won't hurt you!" Zhou Jian said, loosening his grip but continuing
to suckle.
"Ah...ouch..." Qiao'er felt a tingling sensation throughout her body, her thighs gradually parting. Zhou Jian took advantage of this
, pulling his hand out of her vagina and gently pinching her clitoris with two fingers, lightly rubbing it while
simultaneously sucking on her nipple.
"Ah..." Qiao'er trembled all over, no longer struggling.
Zhou Jian's fingers continued to caress her breasts, teasing her clitoris and labia, causing her to wriggle
her hips occasionally.
The fingers moving near her vulva felt increasingly wet, the sticky fluid increasing. Zhou
Jian then inserted his index and middle fingers into her vagina, thrusting in and out a few times before scratching the cervix on the vaginal wall.
"Ah...oh...you..."
Zhou Jian knew the time was ripe. He immediately withdrew his unused left hand and began
to strip off his clothes, throwing them to the ground. Soon, he was completely naked.
Qiao'er's vaginal fluids flowed continuously, making Zhou Jian's teasing sounds as he touched her vagina.
"Qiao'er, do you feel good?"
"Ah...you're so bad...humph..."
Qiao'er moaned, her legs gradually bending, raising her vulva high,
thrusting it up and down with his fingers. Suddenly,
Zhou Jian withdrew his fingers from her vulva, pulled his body back, and buried his head
between her wide-open legs, then began to lick her vulva.
Although he and Xiaolan had tried this kind of thing a few days ago, it was when he was just starting out, and
his skills weren't as refined as they were now.
Qiao'er couldn't handle this almost frenzied teasing; she trembled with ticklishness, and her juices flowed like a fountain.
Extremely tense
, she cried out: "Ah...oh...please stop...stop kissing...I can't...can't take it...oh...
oh...good brother...I...I really...really can't...take it...anymore..."
Hearing Qiao'er's pleading only fueled Zhou Jian's lust. Instead of stopping, he intensified his licking,
sucking frantically on her clitoris and labia majora with his tongue, then inserting it into her vagina to lick and tease
.
"Ah...stop licking...stop...oh...ouch..."
Soon, Qiao'er's buttocks began to tremble again. She repeatedly raised her hips, thrusting them towards his mouth
with increasing fervor.
"Ah...hum...that place...it's so itchy...it's so itchy...bite...or...don't...don't
lick anymore...ah...quick...quick...stop...come on...hum...no..."
But her words contradicted her actions. Her legs spread wider, her buttocks rose higher, and
her movements became even faster.
Zhou Jian worked even harder, gently biting her clitoris with his teeth.
"Bite...ouch...oh my god..."
Qiao'er was going crazy. She hooked her thighs around his neck, thrusting her buttocks upwards, her teeth chattering
, and intermittent moans coming from her nose.
Zhou Jian bit and sucked desperately, getting his nose and mouth covered in sticky, gooey vaginal fluid.
"Ah...stop it...hum...oh...stop it...oh..."
While telling Zhou Jian to stop, she actually moved even more frantically, finally using both hands to forcefully push his head
inside, forcing Zhou Jian's lips to kiss her vulva even tighter, shouting loudly:
"Ah...I...I'm going to come...faster, faster...harder...bite...bite...my...clitoris
...yes...ah...yes, harder...harder...harder...ah...I'm...coming..."
She forcefully propped herself up high, lifting Zhou Jian's head as well, then suddenly released all her strength,
causing Zhou Jian to fall onto the bed, his hot, sticky vaginal fluid spilling into his mouth and being swallowed whole
.
"Hey...you're so naughty! You only feel satisfied when you've made me feel like I'm dying!" After a while, Qiao'er
gave him a flirtatious look and called out softly.
"Hehe! I don't think so!" Zhou Jian chuckled.
"You're so annoying! You're so annoying!" Qiao'er blushed and scolded shyly.
"If you're annoying, then why were you pressing my head down so hard just now?"
"Oh! I'm ignoring you, you're so naughty!"
But Zhou Jian, burning with desire, couldn't stay still. He ignored Qiao'er's coquettishness and continued
to tease her body with his hands and feet.
This made Qiao'er giggle and roll around on the bed. Sometimes, Zhou Jian's hot penis, like an iron rod,
pressed against her delicate body, giving her a strange sense of comfort and stimulation.
In no time, the humming and laughing gradually turned into soft grunts and hahs, and the dodging movements were reduced
to a minimum.
"Hey? You're such a nuisance, let me rest for a bit!"
"Don't make me anxious, okay? We can rest together after this, okay?" "
Hey! You're really taking it!" "
Haha! Even if you can't take it, you'll have to bear it, or don't blame me for finding another girl!"
"Pah! You dare!" she said, giving him a fierce glare, then tenderly grasping Zhou Jian's penis again
, gently stroking it.
Zhou Jian let out a comfortable breath, his fingers continuously rubbing Qiao'er's nipples.
The slightly throbbing penis filled her with immense pleasure. She bent over tenderly, blinked, and watched for a while
before finally putting it into her mouth and gently sucking on it.
Zhou Jian could no longer resist. He quickly sat up, pushed her onto the bed, and straddled her. Qiao'er immediately
spread her legs, her vulva thrusting upwards. Zhou Jian thrust his hips forward suddenly, and with a "whoosh!" sound, his penis
was already more than halfway inside.
"Ouch! Be gentle! You're such a lecher!"
Zhou Jian ignored her pain and kept thrusting downwards, causing Qiao'er to wince and gasp for breath.
"Hey! Hey! Slow down, slow down! It hurts so much!"
By this time, Qiao'er's vagina was already overflowing with lustful fluids, and Zhou Jian's penis was covered
in saliva from her kisses, making it feel both tight and slippery during thrusts. In just a few strokes,
his entire penis was submerged inside her.
Qiao'er gritted her teeth and moved her hips to meet his thrusts.
After a while, Qiao'er's writhing movements quickened with Zhou Jian's thrusts, and she said in a trembling voice:
"Ah...so...so itchy...to the left...ah...yes...oh...hum...ah...so...
so comfortable...it's really, really great...ah...good brother...it's so good...to the right...
to the right...yes...yes...oh...it's so good..."
Suddenly, like a dying person making a final struggle, she desperately arched, swayed, and twisted,
and her cries grew louder.
"Oh, oh...faster, faster...I'm coming...I, I...oh, oh...I'm going to
lose it...I...it's so wonderful..."
Qiao'er's body trembled, her uterus contracted rapidly, and a gush of hot vaginal fluid leaked onto Zhou Jian's glans,
then was drawn out of her vagina with each thrust, the sticky liquid flowing onto the bed.
She lay weakly on the bed, but Zhou Jian seemed full of energy,
thrusting left and right, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.
After seven days of continuous training with Xinlan, coupled with his already exceptionally strong physique, Zhou Jian was
particularly enduring.
Qiao'er was now unable to stop, yet powerless to reciprocate, so she could only grit her teeth and patiently endure. This
thrusting continued for an unknown amount of time; Qiao'er had already ejaculated once, but he remained erect, refusing to stop.
"Good brother... I really... really can't... can't take it anymore... Ah... you,
you stop... stop."
Seeing that she was too weak to stand any longer, Zhou Jian felt a pang of pity. Besides, she was already
a girl he had booked, so there was no need to rush. He comforted her, saying,
"Alright, alright! Rest for a while before coming back. I'm hungry. Have someone bring some food, and oh,
the best wine."
Zhou Jian lovingly stroked her smooth back, murmuring, "Qiao'er, you're more beautiful than Xinlan. I...
I love you..."
She leaned against him, her body soft and yielding, and lowered her head in deep affection.
Lei Ying didn't appear at Yuxiang Courtyard again until the morning of the fourth day.
When he opened the door, Zhou Jian was pressing his face against Qiao'er's lower abdomen. Qiao'er was
feeding him cherries one by one.
Qiao'er, startled by Lei Ying's sudden appearance, exclaimed "Eh!" and quickly pushed Zhou Jian away, pulling a gauze blanket
over herself. However, one of her long, slender legs remained exposed, exuding irresistible allure.
Zhou Jian stood up. Lei Ying remained standing in the doorway, looking at Zhou Jian and then at Qiao'er on the bed, a
puzzled expression on his face. He asked,
"Why didn't you move to the house in Dragon Horn Alley? And... why isn't this the same one from before..."
Zhou Jian chuckled, "Ha! Ha!" and said, "Master Lei, I've changed my mind.
There are too many beautiful girls here."
Lei Ying slowly took a breath. He couldn't tell if he was happy or horrified. He was happy that now that Zhou
Jian understood this, 100,000 taels of silver wouldn't be enough for him. And as long as he needed silver, he would have to keep
killing for him, forever.
What shocked Lei Ying was that Zhou Jian understood too quickly. Who could predict his next move?
He remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "Come out. Let us get on with our business!"
Zhou Jian and Lei Ying went to the outer room. Lei Ying handed Zhou Jian a folded piece of paper, saying,
"This is a rough sketch of a large courtyard. The person you're going to kill lives in this house and rarely
shows himself. He has a black mark on his face, and he's a large man, half a head taller than you."
Zhou Jian asked, "What's his name?"
Lei Ying laughed and said, "What does his name matter? Are you going to kill him based on his name
?"
Zhou Jian didn't laugh; his face remained tense. He was very nervous, but he knew that no matter what, he
had to kill that person, because he couldn't live without money. After experiencing such enjoyment, could he really
afford to wander around in tattered clothes and getting soaked in the rain?
Lei Ying looked at him, then suddenly sighed, gently patted Zhou Jian's shoulder, and said, "I
think I should go with you!"
Zhou Jian asked indifferently, "Why?"
"That man's martial arts are very high, and his subordinates are also extremely skilled!"
At this moment, Zhou Jian suddenly laughed and said, "That's good! If I can kill him, my merit
will be complete; if I can't, I certainly won't come back alive, so you don't need to worry!"
Lei Ying shuddered as if pricked by a poisoned needle, his voice involuntarily rising as
he asked, "What am I worried about?"
Zhou Jian had already turned away, saying, "You're worried that one day I'll kill you!"
Lei Ying couldn't help but smile bitterly. He already felt he was playing with a fire, a fire that would only burn fiercer and
fiercer, perhaps one day burning the one playing with it.
Zhou Jian took four or five steps forward before stopping, saying, "I'll leave first thing tomorrow morning. These things
can't be rushed; it might take ten days to half a month to see results." 　　 "
That's alright. After you've finished, come back here, and I'll meet you here." 　　 Early the next morning, Zhou Jian rode his horse away from Yuxiang Courtyard. 　　 After riding for about ten feet, he looked back. The buildings of Yuxiang Courtyard appeared somewhat 　　hazy in the morning mist. 　　 Zhou Jian continued riding forward. When he passed a small town, he abandoned his horse and changed his 　　clothes. He seemed no different from before, still a poor, wandering young man. However, 　　if one looked closely at his eyes, one could tell he was different! 　　 His eyes gleamed with a greedy light, like that of a hungry wolf! 　　 He continued on, the sun blazing down. He was soaked to the bone, his tattered clothes clinging to his body. As 　　evening approached, he came to a thicket, lay down, and gazed at a high wall ahead. It was a 　　castle without gates; entry and exit required leaping over the high wall. 　　 Zhou Jian didn't know how to proceed, but he knew that if he waited patiently, his opportunity would come 　　. 　　 As darkness fell, swarms of mosquitoes buzzed around him, but Zhou Jian remained motionless 　　, as if he weren't a person at all, but merely a large rock beneath the tree. 　　 Suddenly, the sound of hooves approached. Zhou Jian saw two lights and a carriage speeding towards him 　　. He moved closer and onto the path. 　　 He already gripped the dagger in his hand. He saw that the driver was a strong, muscular man. There 　　were no other houses around; the man must be heading to one. This might be the opportunity he was waiting for. 　　 Sure enough, the carriage stopped by the wall, and the barking of dogs echoed from within. 　　 The driver alighted and went to open the door. He carried Zhou Jian on his back, and 　　Zhou Jian, like a cat, crept up behind him. 　　 The man opened the carriage door and carried out a long, rectangular package. Zhou Jian immediately saw 　　that 　　inside the gauze blanket was a person—a woman!

The woman's long hair fell from one end of the gauze blanket. The man carried the woman on his shoulder and walked towards the
wall. Zhou Jian's seven spears had already pierced his waist and abdomen!
The man's body fell backward. Zhou Jian reached out and first caught the woman, then grabbed
the man's head. The man's body twisted violently, and Zhou Jian's fingers tightened. He heard
the woman under the gauze blanket moan, and at the same time, he heard someone shout from inside the wall: "Zhu Lao Er, hurry up and come in, the old man
can't wait any longer!"
Zhou Jian released his grip, quickly dragged the man's corpse away, then carried the woman, pulled
the carriage over, and used the carriage as a stepping stone to climb over the wall.
Once he was on the wall, he saw a large open space inside, with five or six men, each
holding a dog larger than a horse on a leash. The dogs were barking terrifyingly, their teeth
gleaming white in the darkness.
When he landed, the six or seven large dogs barked even more fiercely. If the men hadn't been holding
the leashes tightly, the dogs would have pounced on him.
The men, while holding the dogs back, shouted, "You beasts, do you want to die? You've frightened the old
man's waiting beauty, and we'll all kill you!"
Zhou Jian took a breath and strode forward. He was grateful for his luck; he had brought a woman in
, and those men assumed the dogs were barking at the person Zhu Lao Er had brought, never suspecting they were barking at him!
Zhou Jian hurried forward. It was dark, and he kept his head down until he arrived at a house.
The area in front of the house was also pitch black, but in the darkness, he could see two burly men guarding it.
As soon as Zhou Jian stepped onto the stone steps, one of the men... He turned and knocked on the door. The door was immediately opened, and
a middle-aged woman called from inside, "Come with me!"
Zhou Jian mumbled a response. He found himself walking down a long corridor. At the end of the corridor
was a door. The woman led Zhou Jian to that door, knocked, and said,
"Master, Zhu Lao Er is back!"
A deep voice immediately rang out from inside, "Come in!"
The middle-aged woman pushed open the door. The corridor, which had been completely dark, suddenly
let in a strong beam of light.
He heard the door close behind him. The light inside was too intense. Zhou Jian stood still,
only to hear the deep voice shout again, "Put her down and get out!"
Zhou Jian squinted; now he could make out the person in the room.
The man was a head taller than him, burly, shirtless, muscular, and with a dark mark on his face.
That was the person he was to kill!
Zhou Jian lowered his head slightly, shifting his body to the side, and unloaded the woman he had been carrying on his shoulder.
When the woman rolled out from under the gauze blanket, she was completely naked. Her long black hair cascaded over her smooth,
glistening body. In that instant, Zhou Jian saw the man before him, his eyes fixed
on the naked woman on the floor.
This was the perfect opportunity for Zhou Jian to strike, and Zhou Jian never missed a chance. He understood all
too well that if he let this golden opportunity slip by, the price he would pay would be his own
death!
His wrist snapped shut, and the dagger shot forward.
Under the bright light, the dagger's gleam flashed for a fleeting moment before disappearing from sight, for in
that instant, the entire blade had plunged into the man's chest. The man's head jerked back; the dagger was deeply embedded in his chest.
Zhou Jian's hand still gripped the hilt of the dagger. He stared at Zhou Jian, and Zhou Jian stared back at him.
Immediately, blood gushed from the man's nostrils, then from the corners of his mouth.
When the man opened his mouth, his voice was muffled by the blood, and he said,
"Why...why did you kill me?"
Zhou Jian's voice was low as he replied, "For the money."
The man's mouth twitched, his face contorted violently, then went limp
.
Zhou Jian shoved the man, sending him sprawling onto the embroidered cushion. Only then did he begin to examine the room.
It was an extremely lavishly furnished room, surpassing even the rooms in the Jade Fragrance Courtyard. As soon as Zhou Jian looked up
, he saw a shelf filled with all sorts of rare and precious treasures.
Zhou Jian strode forward, biting his dagger, grabbing the treasures with both hands and stuffing them into his
robes until they were bulging and could hold no more. He opened several cabinets and finally found what he was looking for.
In a gilded box, he found a chest of silver notes.
He picked up the notes, glanced at them, and his heart pounded wildly. He probably
had more silver than Liu San!
It was quiet outside. How could he get out?
He first pushed the door open a crack, then took a pearl-studded pagoda from his robes and clutched it tightly
. The corridor outside was empty. He had carefully memorized the layout when he entered, so he walked straight
out of the corridor. When he arrived at a moon gate, there were two guards inside. Zhou Jian's heart pounded again
.
Outside the gate was a garden, from which the intermittent barking of dogs could be heard. The two men guarding the moon gate
turned to look at Zhou Jian. Zhou Jian's face turned slightly pale, but he still walked straight ahead
. He actually walked through the moon gate, and the two men didn't utter a sound!
Zhou Jian could hardly believe his luck. Just as he was about to quicken his pace, the two men behind him
shouted in unison, "Hey, what kind of people are you? Where did you come from?"
He sprinted forward, and the two men behind him shouted in unison. In the garden, four or five more
people pressed forward, and from the sound of their footsteps, Zhou Jian could tell that those chasing him were running even faster than him.
"Quick, they're closing in!" Zhou Jian grabbed the pearls and jerked them back, continuing to run forward.
As he flung his hand back, at least twenty or thirty pearls, each the size of a dragon ball, flew out.
The two men behind him cried out in surprise. Zhou Jian continued running forward, his hand still waving, the pearls
gleaming in the darkness as they flew ahead.
The men surrounding him were extremely skilled. As the pearls flew towards them, two or
three men caught them with a swift movement. As they caught the pearls, they involuntarily
cried out and stopped in their tracks.
Zhou Jian ran forward with all his might, reaching the wall. He forcefully threw the gilded box aside
, then reached out and grabbed a crack in the wall, climbing upwards.
Two wolfhounds pounced, biting Zhou Jian's trouser leg. Zhou Jian struggled to climb upwards, his trouser
leg tearing, and the two wolfhounds fell to the ground, barking wildly.
Zhou Jian's climb was so frantic; almost every muscle in his body was straining. Clinging tightly to the wall,
the rare treasures he had hidden in his robes fell to the ground.
When he finally scaled the wall, leaped down, picked up the gold-lacquered box, and ran forward,
quickly disappearing into the darkness, he realized that he only had one thing left in his robes.
He ran forward without stopping until all the sounds of people and dogs were completely gone.
Only then did he collapse to the ground, clutching the box tightly, panting heavily. He had run so violently that,
after lying down, his heart pounded as if it would bounce his body off the ground.
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