Joy of Life: Starting from Teacher Fan Xian

Chapter 11 The Assassin Arrives Early

The sun was shining brightly in the sky, and the weather in Danzhou was hot and humid, with a strange smell.

In the only tavern in Danzhou Port, there was a bustling crowd of people, except for one corner which was isolated. People passing by would subconsciously avoid it when they saw it.

Sitting in the corner was a swordsman, wearing a tight black suit and a wide hat that covered most of his face.

He took a sip of wine and looked around with a puzzled look, "Strange, I've been so low-key to hide my tracks, why did I still get noticed?"

"It's damn hot in Danzhou!" The swordsman complained, wiped the sweat off his face, and muttered to himself, "It seems that my charm is still too great to be hidden."

The swordsman thought so, but in fact, in the eyes of people around him, this man was either a fool or a madman.

Danzhou is backed by the sea and is mainly engaged in maritime trade. It is prosperous and stable with many merchants coming and going. However, in the past decade or so, due to the rapid development of ports in the south, it has gradually become dilapidated and seems like a rural area. There are few people except merchants coming and going here.

So what is the purpose of a swordsman coming here?

Danzhou, a city with simple folk customs, has been peaceful for a long time, and it seems that another major murder is about to happen.

People around were muttering to themselves that in such a hot day, he was dressed so warmly, and he didn't look like a swordsman who could kill people. They wondered if he would die of the heat before he could kill anyone.

The sun was setting, people were coming and going, but the swordsman was still sitting firmly in the corner.

Finally, the person he had been waiting for came.

Butler Zhou waved his sleeves to cool down and walked into the store. He immediately caught a glimpse of the unusual swordsman in the corner and immediately felt contempt for him.

The swordsman also looked at the butler, slapped the table, and showed the same disdainful look.

After Butler Zhou arrived, the swordsman finally couldn't help but get angry: "Do you know what you are doing? This is a secret meeting, why don't you find a way to hide your identity? Meeting in such an open manner, what will people think? Won't it be easy to be exposed?"

Butler Zhou was stunned, his face was tense: "Look at how you are dressed, I don't know how many eyes you have attracted, it simply makes people suspicious, why can't you change into ordinary clothes?"

The swordsman glared at him and said, "Isn't this how everyone dresses when traveling in the martial arts world? Do you understand the rules of the martial arts world?"

Butler Zhou rolled his eyes, leaned closer, and whispered, "You are here to assassinate me."

The swordsman heard this and hissed, "That's why we have to dress like this, so that we can kill people at night. If you don't understand, don't talk."

"Then you can't wear it at night?"

"How many times do you want me to tell you that this is to hide my face so that it won't be easily recognized."

Butler Zhou's face felt hot and he finally stopped talking.

The two of them stepped back and remained silent for a long time.

"Boss, what are they doing? Whispering to each other." The waiter, wiping the handkerchief at the counter not far away, couldn't help but wonder.

The shopkeeper stroked his beard and guessed, "It must be because he finds it too noisy and can't hear the other person talking."

The waiter was very confused and said, "If you think it's noisy, why don't you book a private room to chat?"

The shopkeeper shook his head: "I don't know."

"So what's the situation now?"

"It's obvious that they are having a quarrel. Just calm down and don't destroy our store." The shopkeeper said worriedly. The quacks always like to play this trick. Fortunately, the quack did not do anything out of the ordinary. He just fiddled with his arms and pulled out a letter.

"The Second Madam has some questions that need your answers. Of course, I have the same questions."

The swordsman took the letter, pointed at the contents, and asked, "First of all, you said that this illegitimate child was as strong as a bull, but he is obviously just a child under five years old. There is absolutely no factual basis for this."

"You ask me, who should I ask? This is the fact." Butler Zhou's expression was extremely excited, and he turned his head to the side. "You can see that this red mark was caused by the illegitimate son's slap."

The swordsman took a closer look and even reached out to him. He withdrew his hand and his face darkened: "How dare you play tricks on me? It's obviously the sun that burned me."

"Ridiculous, it was obviously that bastard who beat him up."

The swordsman was furious and took off his hat, revealing his red face: "You are the only one who has it, right? I am also suffering from the sunburn."

"You got this from the sun, but I got this from fighting."

The swordsman ignored him, as if he had already determined the answer, and pointed to another content: "And this imitation handwriting, are you sure that a child under five years old can have such a profound level of writing?"

As he spoke, the swordsman threw the scrap manuscript onto the Zhou steward's desk and said aggressively, "Such handwriting cannot be written without more than ten years of practice. Even Pan Ling, a great calligrapher in the Beijing Library, would be puzzled when he saw it. How could it be written by a child who is less than five years old?"

Butler Zhou cried out in injustice, "It was really written by that illegitimate child."

The swordsman ignored him and took out a pen and paper to record: "The above are all lies. I will report the truth to the Second Madam."

Butler Zhou touched his head and felt dizzy.

The swordsman Raojiu kept talking, took out the piece of paper and asked, "Explain, what is this for?"

Butler Zhou's eyes lit up: "There are marks of me being beaten on it."

The swordsman was completely furious: "This is ridiculous, there is clearly nothing on it."

When Butler Zhou took a look, he realized that the marks on it were unnecessary. If he didn't know about it in advance, it would be difficult to judge what it was.

It’s hard to explain it all at once.

The swordsman continued to write down: "Butler Zhou's selfish motives have affected the interests of the Madam, and he will be severely punished."

"Okay, okay." Butler Zhou laughed in anger, "You crude warrior, you must be jealous of my high position in the Second Madam's heart, and you are deliberately looking for trouble."

"Absurd." The swordsman said righteously, and did not argue, but continued to record, "Butler Zhou framed his colleagues, his crime is unforgivable."

Butler Zhou looked at him fiercely, and said with red eyes, "Stop dithering. Are you going to kill him or not?"

"Don't kill." The swordsman said Yan Jue.

Butler Zhou opened his mouth, confused to the extreme, almost thinking he had heard wrongly.

The swordsman looked at him calmly: "This is the order of the Second Madam."

"The Second Madam said that killing someone is too cruel. Just chop off one of his legs so that he has no place to stand. A disabled person will not be able to pose a threat in the future."

(End of this chapter)