Chapter Eight: Slapping is an Art
Walking in the pavilion, the excitement in Lu Xing's heart lingered for a long time. Fortunately, Liu Danyang's wisdom gave him a chance to breathe after being unable to move under the weight of heavy burdens.
There was still lingering fragrance in his hand. Lu Xing was not an absurd person. He did not perform the courtesy of Zhou Gong in the attic, but just got close to him. Liu Danyang's complaining eyes made Lu Xing feel guilty.
Return to the previous room.
When Fang entered the room, he saw Xiaoyu sitting in front of the couch, and the quilts on the bed were neatly folded together.
"Why don't you come out? It's quite boring in the house." Lu Xing half-opened the bamboo window, his words full of distress.
Xiao Yu raised his eyebrows and pouted: "In the past, I followed the order of the elder, so naturally I had to stay by the young master's side at all times. But now, I am the young master's man, but I don't know what to do."
Silly girl... Lu Xing murmured in his heart, stroking her head lovingly: "From the first day you became my maid, you have become my son's. I know Xiao Yu, but it is rare for him to be like this.
A sad look on his face."
"Come on, let me have a good look. You can't see this appearance on ordinary days." Lu Xing said as he started to look serious.
Xiaoyu chuckled and wanted to knock off Lu Xing's mischievous hands, but he didn't dare to use force, so he had to let Lu Xing do whatever he wanted.
The two were having a fuss, and Xiao Yu leaned on the young master's arms, his face full of happiness.
"Young Master, please don't be like yesterday again. The Emperor's Internal Medicine is really not good..."
"If the young master is allowed to go back and forth a few more times, I'm afraid I won't be able to maintain my cultivation in the cultivation realm."
"Okay," Lu Xing nodded in agreement. He was lucky to have such a lovely girl like Xiao Yu.
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next day
In the west of the city, there was a thunderbolt and a horse whip sounded, and four tall horses occupied the road. The dragon bones were made of red sandalwood, and the jade was made of Shi. The curtains were all inlaid with gold and silver.
Ma Lie widened his stance and bumped into several business travelers one after another. The businessmen cursed, but when they saw the four horses pulling at each other, they swallowed the curse words.
In the Spring and Autumn Period, the emperor rode six chariots and the princes rode four chariots. Nowadays, although rituals and music have collapsed, those who dare to ride four chariots in public are either rich or noble.
The carriage stopped in front of the government notice, and a man in rich clothes stepped out of the carriage with the help of a beautiful maid.
"God helps me. If I go down to Longhu Mountain, I will encounter an opportunity that I haven't seen in twenty years. God favors me in the north."
As soon as the word "Northland" came out, the onlookers who were originally checking the notice turned their attention. There is only one Northland in the world, spanning Qingzhou and covering thousands of miles of snowfields.
Four people in a car, wearing purple robes, are young men from the north.
The identity of the owner of the frame is about to come out, but the matter is too important and no one dares to discuss it casually.
Seeing that the effect had been achieved, Lu Xing gently touched Xiao Yu's shoulder with his right hand and laughed loudly: "Come on, it is said that Zhaonanxuan in Jiacheng hides famous prostitutes in the world. I don't know who is the green Taoist nun from Longhu Mountain?
Higher or lower?"
The driver driving the carriage is also an unusual person. When the whip is lowered, the four horses are driven together, and his hands are so skillful that the strong men of the Duanjiang Realm, who are not on the fifth level of martial arts, cannot see the clues.
The four-carriage drove away in the dust, but the noise here was the wind passing by the river and the waves waiting to rise.
"It is said that there is a person named Lu who has lived in Longhu Mountain for a long time. Could it be that he was just now?"
"Looking at the clothes and the frame of the car, they should be in good condition."
"It seems that Wen Dao Ruins will have one less quota. Originally there were more wolves than meat, but now it's even more difficult."
"You underestimate Beidi's appetite too much. In my opinion, at least three places will be taken away."
"I'm afraid even the wise men of the Academy would not have expected that when he opened the ruins, he would coincide with the surname Lu from the North Land leaving Longhu Mountain."
In a restaurant not far away, a man with a lazy face was lying on the beautiful maid's legs.
Hearing the noise outside the building, Qi Mu's eyes were slitted. The maid's hands trembled slightly, and her teeth bit her lip until it bled. Tears gathered in her eyes, but she did not dare to fall.
"Go and check to see if the man from Longhu Mountain has ever come down from the mountain."
"Exception, lead 500 red armor into the city. This building has a radius of 300 feet, and no one is allowed to live there!"
Seeing the frightened look of the beautiful maid next to him, Qi Mu smiled happily: "Don't cry, your brother is still sick -"
"I have decided to serve you. I hope the young prince will forgive my brother." The beautiful maid trembled and hurriedly wiped away the tears on her cheeks. She ignored the hair stuck to her face and endured the pain in her arms to press for Qi Mu.
Acupuncture points.
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When the four-carriage arrived at Zhaonanxuan, in the eyes of outsiders, Liu Danyang went out to greet the distinguished guests personally as if he had heard the news early, and led the distinguished guests to the third floor compartment.
When the car enters the garage and people enter the building, the drama comes to an end.
Inside the room, Xiao Yu handed over a wet wipe, and Lu Xing wasted a lot of effort to wipe off the makeup on his face.
"If I hadn't already exposed my face a few days ago, I really wouldn't want to wear this makeup to avoid mistakes." It feels uncomfortable to go out with a thick layer of foundation.
"I have wronged my third uncle. I need you to hide your cultivation and put on a little disguise these days." Lu Xing gave Chu Chu a smile.
"Young master, you are just being polite," Liu Danyang smiled charmingly: "Master Chu is a martial artist at the top of the mountain. He has already transcended ordinary people. How can he care about a little makeup?"
"That's right, it doesn't matter if the old man messes up a little, just treat it as repaying the debt for the past affair." Xiao Yu blinked with a smile.
...Chu Chu's face was dark. He regretted it a little. He would have meddle less if he had known earlier. Now the two women are making a show, causing the old man to become a coquettish person.
"One thing, Your Majesty can pay more attention to it." Chu Chu looked at the confused eyes of several people and continued: "Although the Wen Dao relics are named Wen Dao, the treasures in them are all kinds of things, and some things are very different from Dao Mo."
There are also benefits to having monks from both families."
"If the young master can find treasures in it that can complement the five internal organs, his future martial arts training will be twice the result with half the effort." Chu Chu still hopes that Lu Xing can take the path of Mo Wu. After all, Xuejin City has been passed down for three generations, and martial arts have been in power for generations.
"But Chu Xiu Ming only has ten places, so he must give priority to Confucian students. Since the prince has never practiced Confucianism, I'm afraid it will be difficult." Liu Dan raised his eyebrows and frowned, worried about the difficulty.
That's not necessarily the case... Chu Chu smiled in his heart. The words copied by the prince yesterday, even a scholar who had been living in poverty for ten years, might not be able to write the first "point" of the pen.
"Don't worry, I'm here, Chu Xiu Ming will give it even if he doesn't give it." Chu Chu didn't say what was in his heart. He hated Confucianism in his heart, and he didn't want Lu Xing to practice Confucianism.
While several people were talking, there was a noise outside the building.
"Help, help!" A woman fell down at the door of Zhaonanxuan, her clothes were torn, and her exposed skin was red and swollen.
Behind her, soldiers in red armor were chasing her on horseback, the whips in their hands stained with blood.
"Run, keep running! It's your honor that I have taken a liking to you, do you understand?" The soldier dismounted, grabbed the woman's hair with his right hand, held the riding crop against her neck with his left hand, and said fiercely: "How much more?"
She has such a delicate body, but she insists on adding some whip marks, she is a stupid woman who doesn’t know what is good or bad.”
Pedestrians who were not far away were coming to watch the excitement. When they saw the red-armored cavalry, they fled in all directions like birds and animals. Except for the woman who fell to the ground, there was not a single person in sight in the entire street.
The woman's eyes drooped, and the exhaustion in her heart made her haggard more than the physical pain. Everyone was afraid of the red armor, and her heart was filled with grief and anger, and she wanted to hit the soldier's arm. The soldier felt the pain, his face became ferocious, and he punched the woman in the back.
His forehead, and half of his arm was bitten off.
"Ah, hiss -" the soldier took a breath of cold air, blood rushed to his forehead, raised his hand and swung the whip towards the woman's face.
"Bang!" The whip seemed to hit a hard boulder.
Xin Yi's rock-steady palm firmly grasped the riding whip. Then he swung it hard, and the huge force made the soldier's left hand go numb, and the riding whip fell out of his hand.
"Who are you? Don't you know who I am? I am the subordinate of the young prince Qi Mu!" The soldier stared at Xin Yi fiercely. At that moment, he could see that this person in front of him was not ordinary.
Xin Yi raised his head in defiance, exerted all his strength, and his muscles were like the roots of an old tree. The clothes on his upper body were torn apart, and bursts of golden light appeared on his exposed skin.
"Your grandfather, the third floor of martial arts - Vajra Realm martial artist Xin Yi!"
"I came to Jiacheng's territory and didn't ask around. Zhao Nanxuan is my employer. If you dare to cause trouble in my employer's territory, don't you take me as a king-sized person seriously?"
Xin Yi glared angrily, he was most unaccustomed to such a master who bullied others and did evil things. If it were in the past, he would naturally not be able to offend the red-armored cavalry with King Ran as his backing.
But just now, my boss has already told us that our backer is the prince of the North!
The door of Zhaonanxuan is open. It is also the only open shop in the whole street.
"A red-armored soldier? They're just dogs raised by King Ran. What's so strange about them?"
Lu Xing walked out with his hands behind his back, and Xiao Yu followed him. After approaching, Xiao Yu quickly stepped forward to lift the woman who had fallen to the ground and carried her into the restaurant.
"You, you guys, are really not afraid of the little prince's revenge!" The soldier's eyes turned red with anger. He had been doing evil for so many years, and this was the first time he met someone who dared to go against the red-armored soldier.
"Pa!" The slap shattered two front teeth, and half of his face was sunken.
The soldier's eyes widened in disbelief. This man actually slapped him. He was so angry that he raised his fist to fight back, but was kicked to the ground by Xin Yi. He hugged his belly and wailed.
"Even if your master Qi Mu is here today, he still has to receive this beating from me." Lu Xing rubbed his sore palms and said contemptuously: "Go back and tell Qi Mu that he will come to Zhaonanxuan tomorrow to receive his punishment. For his first offense, he will be beaten twice."
A slap in the face can turn the story around."
Xin Yi felt comfortable after hearing this, and suddenly felt in his heart that the prince was so heroic that he could beat people so confidently. Could it be that he had the ability to have a big backer?
"Cripple one of his legs and let him crawl back."
Lu Xing left these words and turned back to Zhaonanxuan. Regardless of whether Qi Mu was the murderer of Zhang Qi or not, he could not be allowed to cause chaos in Jiacheng. If he was not punished, Jiacheng would never have peace.
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The soldier huddled on the ground, the severe pain in his waist making him weak. Seeing Xin Yi, who was as strong as a running bull, approaching step by step, his expression became more and more panicked.
"Don't, don't come over. I was acting under orders. It's the master's fault. I, I...ah——"
Xin Yi stepped on the soldier's right foot, and the bones, muscles and muscles were all broken. The pain of broken bones and flesh made the soldier faint.
Fainted? This is not possible! Xin Yi pinched one of the soldiers and forced the soldiers to wake up.
"It's only eight hundred steps from here to the south of the city. Since the Crown Prince will spare your life, I won't kill you. You can just crawl back with your bare hands."
After doing all this, Xin Yi felt comfortable all over, and even the sunshine in the future was particularly comfortable.
"Pa!" A solid slap mark was left on the left side of Xin Yi's face.
The day before yesterday, he almost had a fight with the prince. The prince did not care about his kindness, but Xin Yi felt that he had to take this blow, otherwise he would feel guilty.
Chapter completed!