Joy of Life: Starting from Teacher Fan Xian

Chapter 96 Niulan Street Murder Case
The carriage bound for Liujing River left Tianhe Street, passed Wangchun Gate, and stepped onto the remote and quiet Niulan Street.

There are no residential houses around Niulan Street, only countless dilapidated shops. No matter day or night, there are few pedestrians passing by.

Fan Xian sat in the carriage and joked, "I originally wanted to hit Guo Baokun with a black stick here."

Teng Zijing answered from outside while driving the carriage: "Young Master is very thoughtful. Black people here will not cause any big commotion for a while."

"But Guo Baokun is lucky. I don't need to ruin his reputation for this marriage." Fan Xian added, and began to think about the Second Prince's invitation in a deep voice. He hoped that the Second Prince was a smart man and would not lecture him on the great principles of court politics right away.

If that were the case, he would definitely not enjoy it.

Thinking of this, Fan Xian, who had been unusually vigilant since childhood under the education of Uncle Wu Zhu, was startled. He noticed a very subtle movement and immediately pulled open the curtains to look at the high walls on both sides.

On the ruins of the high wall, two assassins in white were tiptoeing around the carriage, one on the left and one on the right. When the time was right, they jumped to the front of the carriage, drew their bows and arrows, and with a few whooshes, four or five arrows were shot out, aiming directly at Teng Zijing who was riding a horse outside the carriage.

Fan Xian reacted quickly. Before they could even fire their arrows, he shouted loudly, "Teng Zijing, get out of the way!"

Hearing the shouting from inside the carriage, Teng Zikyo did not look at the movement in front of him. He jumped off the carriage with absolute trust, rolled on the ground a few times, and hid in the corner.

The feather arrow flew and hit the hood of the carriage in front of it, but did not cause any substantial damage, and the assassin's plan failed.

Another feather arrow shot into the carriage without making any sound.

The two assassins were about to draw their bows again, but a shiny arrow shot out from the carriage, forcing them to dodge to the left and right.

Fan Xian took advantage of the situation to climb out of the carriage, grabbed a corner, leaped into the air and jumped onto the canopy, completely exposing himself to the assassin's sight.

Teng Zijing, who was hiding in a corner, understood and tightly grasped the hidden dart in his sleeve.

The carriage was still moving, and the two assassins were chasing along the high wall, attacking from both sides, and an endless rain of arrows was shot at the top of the carriage.

Fan Xian had never learned any martial arts moves. He had only practiced a book of domineering true qi when he was a child, so when the arrows attacked his face, he didn't even know how to use the most appropriate method to dodge.

Even so, his body had already begun to dodge subconsciously. This was undoubtedly the result of Uncle Wu Zhu's teaching. These so-called arrow feathers were far less fast than the iron rod in Uncle Wu Zhu's hand.

After a few twists and turns, all the arrows disappeared.

The two assassins were slightly startled, but they didn't know that in the dark alley along the way, Teng Zijing's figure rushed out and several hidden darts suddenly came.

With Fan Xian's attention completely drawn to her, a female assassin failed to dodge the attack and her body floated down and hit the ground.

The situation turned around, but the other female assassin had no intention of retreating and continued to chase Fan Xian who was exposed to her field of vision.

Fan Xian turned around a few more times, grabbed the corner of the car hood, flipped over and turned, skillfully avoiding the incoming arrows.

At the same time, a crossbow arrow unexpectedly shot out from his sleeve and hit the assassin. The assassin fell down and the figure in white went down from the corner of the wall.

The crisis was resolved, and Fan Xian jumped back into the carriage. Just as he was feeling smug, he caught a glimpse of a large stone roller smashing out in the alley along the way.

"I'll go and come back."

Fan Xian immediately felt something was wrong and quickly jumped out of the car window.

And just as he jumped down, a huge stone roller smashed through the carriage. With a loud bang, the spacious carriage broke into pieces and wood chips flew all over the sky.

Rolling to the corner, Fan Xian awkwardly covered his face to prevent the messy wood blocks from hitting his face.

The continuous attacks made him tense up, but he never expected that behind his sight through the single wall, a strong hand would penetrate the thick wall, grab his body, and pull him hard.

The wall shattered and Fan Xian was pulled in. The man swung his body hard and it fell backwards, smashing into the dilapidated shop. The sound of heavy objects collapsing and cracking could be heard.

This was a man as tall as a giant, with sparse Mediterranean hair.

Fan Xian spat out a mouthful of blood. He was pinned under the rubble and was unable to get up for a while.

The tall man grinned and looked at him fiercely.

At this moment, Teng Zijing rushed over, recognized the man at a glance, and hurriedly shouted: "Cheng Jushu, stop!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Teng Zijing rushed out and kicked hard.

Cheng Jushu smiled playfully and roared as he punched.

Teng Zijing couldn't block the punch at all. The moment the punch came into contact with him, he was hit by a violent internal energy shock and flew backwards.

He was definitely not someone he could handle Cheng Jushu, an eighth-rank master.

Teng Zijing got up from the ground, holding his chest, and a stream of hidden darts poured out of him.

Cheng Jushu did not dodge or evade, allowing the hidden dart to shoot at him. It was like shooting at an extremely hard rock, unable to penetrate into his flesh and had no lethality.

Cheng Jushu walked forward, exchanged a few punches with Teng Zijing, then lifted him up high by the corner of his clothes.

With a roar and an angry swipe, Teng Zijing was thrown into the shop at the back.

As soon as Fan Xian pulled himself out of the rubble, he saw Teng Zijing's figure smashed against the wall behind him, with blood oozing from the corner of his lips.

Fan Xian took a long breath, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked indifferently outside the shop and said, "He's not dead."

Teng Zijing propped himself up, revealing his blood-soaked teeth, and gritted his teeth, "Can you please be more careful with your words? Don't curse people to death all the time."

"I'll be careful next time." Fan Xian picked up a stool beside him, rushed out of the shop, flew into the air and smashed down, a huge amount of true energy burst out, smashing through Cheng Jushu's head. Cheng Jushu roared, and with one punch, he knocked Fan Xian several feet away.

"Young Master!" Teng Zijing picked up the wine jar and smashed it.

After a while, the figure flew out diagonally and landed beside Fan Xian, and the two of them retreated against the corner of the wall.

"You are still the tough one. You can handle it even after being hit a few times." Fan Xian was extremely angry.

Teng Zijing said in some pain: "One more punch and I'll be dead."

"Then go ahead. I'll stop him." Fan Xian stood up and protected Teng Zijing behind him. "Go quickly. You're exhausted. It's useless to stay here. I can still fight him."

"Let me smash your heads!" Cheng Jushu roared again and rushed over violently.

"You Roaring Emperor, keep yelling there." Fan Xian used the wall to jump up, pressed on Cheng Jushu's head, and punched down desperately.

Cheng Jushu felt pain, grabbed Fan Xian, threw him with one hand, and smashed him heavily against the wall.

Fan Xian groaned weakly: "I don't have the energy this time."

"Go to hell." Cheng Jushu shouted wildly, pounding his chest with both hands and approaching the two men.

"Stop!" There was a loud noise in the sky, and Wang Qinian floated down, blocking the two men, and waved his hand in front of him, "Stop fighting, it would be really rude if you continue."

Fan Xian couldn't believe his eyes. He smiled despite the pain and said, "I didn't expect that Lord Wang, who is so afraid of death, would arrive so timely."

"Mr. Fan, I can't beat him." Wang Qinian frowned, frightened by the ferocious face opposite him.

Fan Xian stood up and went to help Teng Zijing: "It's okay, just hold him for a while, we'll run right away."

At that moment, through the big man's broad back, Fan Xian saw a tall figure standing not far away with a knife in his hand. He then smiled, sat down, and waved his hand: "No more running." He took out two pills from his arms and fed them to himself and Teng Zijing.

A silver light flashed across his face, and Cheng Jushu turned around immediately. A knife with a strong force pierced his chest. He groaned and screamed in pain, and his tall body staggered and knelt on the ground.

Cheng Jushu wanted to pull out the long sword, but found that the sword was stuck right outside his heart. If he pulled it out, he would die instantly due to excessive bleeding.

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Soon, the news of the Niulan Street murder spread throughout Kyoto.

Many people witnessed the crime scene, and this horrific murder caused a huge impact.

The long-peaceful Qing Kingdom suddenly suffered a drastic change. The illegitimate son of the Minister of Revenue was assassinated in the street. The assassin's obvious identity as a killer from Northern Qi attracted great attention in the court.

People were speculating why Northern Qi would send assassins from afar to assassinate a young master of the Fan family...

"Sir, that blow of yours was really cruel. It almost took Cheng Jushu's life."

"But the person has been rescued and is no longer in danger of death."

In the Sky Prison of the Supervisory Council, Wang Qinian led Lin Ruo to the entrance of the cell where he was held.

"We have interrogated him. As you expected, Cheng Jushu would rather die than confess."

"It's okay. Just appeal to his emotions and reason with him, and he'll confess quickly."

"What kind of method is this to force a confession, sir? I have never heard of it before."

Under the dim light of the oil lamp, Wang Qinian opened the cell and respectfully stepped aside to make way for Lin Ruo, who was dressed in black, standing behind him.

Lin Ruo walked into the prison covered with straw, squatted halfway, and said coldly: "Cheng Jushu, this assassination of you should be arranged by the Zuixianju secret agent."

"The Supervisory Commission is very resourceful. They found the clues so quickly." Cheng Jushu looked pale. He covered his bandaged chest and couldn't stop coughing.

"Not only that, I also know that the person who contacted Zuixianju was the strategist Wu Boan, and the one who transported you into the city was a lieutenant general from the City Patrol Department." Lin Ruo continued.

"It's no use telling me this. I'm only responsible for killing people."

"I know that you really know nothing except that you are following orders. Even if you confess, you can only reveal Zuixianju. Nothing else is useful."

Cheng Jushu slowly closed his eyes and said with a wry smile: "Since I am of no use, just kill me as soon as possible."

Lin Ruo smiled and said, "That won't do. I have to send you back to Northern Qi alive."

Cheng Jushu suddenly opened his eyes and glared, "Do you think I will believe it?"

Lin Ruo took out a letter from his bosom, tore it open and handed it to Cheng Jushu: "Look at the words on it, do you recognize them?"

Cheng Jushu took a look at it for some unknown reason, and the surprise on his face could no longer be hidden. He asked in horror, "How did you get my master's handwriting?"

Lin Ruo stood up and said with his hands behind his back, "Your master is He Daoren, one of the top three ninth-grade masters in Northern Qi. As for why I have your master's handwriting on his letters, it's very simple. Your master is mine."

Cheng Jushu was startled, deep fear welling up in his eyes.

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(End of this chapter)