Joy of Life: Starting from Teacher Fan Xian

Chapter 14 The One Who Didn't Show Up
The killer was the swordsman in the tavern. He thought the assassination was an easy task, but this failed attack seemed to have destroyed his originally tense nerves.

He stood there woodenly, a thought of retreating arose in his heart, but he suppressed it and looked at the young man whose realm was definitely not higher than his: "Although I don't know how you dodged the fatal blow, I don't think you can do it again."

Lin Ruo took a deep breath and thought about how to face the next attack. The gap between the fourth grade and the sixth grade could not be easily made up, at least not by him.

The first attempt by the capital to test Danzhou was when Fan Xian was twelve years old. Emperor Qing made a grand arrangement for the marriage between Danzhou's illegitimate son and Prime Minister Lin's illegitimate daughter, a match made in heaven, and gave them the power of the inner treasury as a betrothal gift.

As a result, the woman who originally controlled the inner treasury instigated another woman to carry out the long-planned assassination.

Fan Xian is now less than five years old, and the action in the capital is far from starting. The reason why the assassin arrived early is probably because of his intervention, which triggered some changes in the details, causing Butler Zhou and the second wife in the capital to take desperate measures to die when they realized the uneasiness.

Lin Ruo's pupils shrank slightly, and he tilted his head slightly: "There is someone behind you."

The swordsman's confidence suddenly increased a bit: "I am a sixth-rank assassin, not a four-year-old child."

Lin Ruo frowned. Even after he said it clearly, Wu Zhu still didn't show up. He should have been watching from the dark.

Suddenly thinking of something, Lin Ruo raised his head, but the long knife had already chopped down swiftly, leaving no time for him to react.

Relying on flexible attribute points, Lin Ruo turned sideways and let the knife pass by him, and he miraculously avoided the fatal blow again.

At the same time, the right hands hidden in the sleeves suddenly stretched out and hit the swordsman's vital point.

The swordsman swung out his left palm, blocking it in mid-air. The momentum of the two forces of true energy collided and surged, as if forming a solid magnetic field around them. Dust rose into the sky and a fierce wind swept through the alley.

However, this scene did not last long because the contrast between the strong and the weak was very obvious.

There was a loud bang, and the two men retreated and regrouped.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Lin Ruo's face, and his right hand drooped limply. A pain that penetrated deep into his bones spread throughout his body. He could no longer control it. His blood rushed up and his throat felt a burning pain.

The swordsman was on the verge of victory and was about to make the final swing of the sword when a sharp and piercing sound was heard behind him.

"Uncle Wuzhu!"

Fan Xian's cries were like a sharp knife, piercing deeply into the listener's heart. The real feeling was clearly nearby, but it seemed to be trapped in an unknown corner, unable to show up.

He was just a four-year-old child. No matter how powerful his domineering true energy was, it could not make up for the defects of his young body. The killer would not stand and support him like Butler Zhou did, so he had no chance of fighting at all.

Fan Xian didn't dare to make a move. No matter how he shouted, the person he was expecting didn't make a move. But he couldn't bear to watch his teacher fall down. His well-thought-out arrangement turned out to be the culprit of all this.

At this moment, Fan Xian was extremely devastated. He gritted his teeth, his eyes turned bloodshot, and the domineering true energy in his body gushed out in an extremely violent manner through the usual discharge method, continuously gathering in his right arm.

He decided to give it a try and decide the outcome with this one palm strike. Carrying such a strong and domineering true energy would definitely cause greater or lesser damage to his body.

In the moment of life and death, Fan Xian revealed a deep ruthlessness in his bones.

But at that moment, a pair of rough yet gentle hands grabbed him, and another stream of true energy continued to flow in, calming his disordered internal breath.

"Why are these kids fighting? Let me, your teacher, do it."

Lin Ruo definitely couldn't take the last knife, but if the knife hadn't been used, there would be no need for him to take it. "There's someone behind you." Lin Ruo smiled bitterly and said this helplessly again.

“There’s no one behind me!” The swordsman was furious. He was insulted three times and was so angry that he shouted, “I’ve said it before, I’m a sixth-rank swordsman, not a four-year-old kid! Unless there’s a ninth-rank expert behind me that I can’t detect, it’s useless for anyone to come.”

Lin Ruo raised one hand and exclaimed, "Congratulations, you guessed it right..."

Before he could utter the last word, the swordsman's body tilted, his entire face drooped, he spat out a mouthful of heavy blood, and collapsed to the ground with a loud bang.

"No, I haven't done that for the Second Madam yet..."

"Take a good rest, you are still the second and first lady."

Fei Jie stepped on him, and completely stopped the swordsman's struggle as if he was crushing an ant.

"Mr. Fei." Lin Ruo raised his right hand and bowed.

"It's already this late, and you're still respecting your teacher." Fei Jie looked at Lin Ruo in confusion, "Didn't I make it very clear before? If you have any problems, just run away and don't bother with Fan Xian. Why don't you listen to me?"

Lin Ruo smiled and said nothing.

Fan Xian pouted his lips in grievance, tears welling up in his eyes: "Sir, it's my fault. I almost put you in danger."

"Why are you crying? Go find your uncle." Fei Jie sighed, "I knew this would be the result. Fortunately, I kidnapped Butler Zhou and arrived in time."

"What's going on? Did Uncle Wu Zhu encounter a tough opponent?" Fan Xian asked cautiously.

"What kind of tough opponent can he meet? Never mind. You should go back and ask yourself."

Fei Jie felt Lin Ruo's pulse and observed the injury on his right arm. He said solemnly, "It won't heal in half a year. Practice with your left hand. Maybe you can catch up with the Spring Examination."

Lin Ruo sighed and immediately tried to comfort Fan Xian, telling him not to blame himself too much. He should have thought of this about Wu Zhu.

"By the way, I met other people on the road." Fei Jie said suddenly.

"Are there any more assassins?" Fan Xian asked.

"They are not assassins, but the old lady's men. After seeing that you are all right, they went back to report."

After bandaging the minor injury on his right arm, Fei Jie raised his puzzled eyes and asked the question in his mind: "You know martial arts? Although you can't compete with the killer, you can dodge the continuous attacks and delay time. It's not easy."

Lin Ruo nodded and said in a tone that even he himself could not believe: "Do you believe what I learned from reading?"

"Believe it, of course." This was the first time that the shrewd Fei Jie believed someone's words without a doubt.

"There are all kinds of strange ways of cultivation in this world. Some people can become a grandmaster after just one fight, and some people can obtain divine knowledge after kneeling for three months. There was even a guy who was originally an idiot. I just checked his illness, and in the end, I don't know why he turned out to be stronger than me."

Thinking of this, Fei Jie was very resentful: "It seems that the more outrageous the practice is, the more focused one is, and the stronger such a person is."

(End of this chapter)