Unparalleled Evildoer

Chapter 281 Roadside Encounter
Ever since Wuzhan moved into the inn, Yin Tong dispatched a large number of military forces to take turns guarding the inn. The nearby streets were strictly prohibited from entering or leaving from the afternoon, and no one was allowed to enter or leave at will. Yin Tong himself and the important officials of the county waited downstairs of the inn, feeling anxious and ready to be on standby at any time.

The Master destroyed the Ghost Shadow Sect, incorporated the Poyang Gang, went south to capture the Baiyue, and eliminated the remnants of the "Zang Ding". These major events are known to the world. His status in the court is at its peak and he is deeply trusted by the First Emperor. The Master was attacked outside the city of Kuaiji, and he, as the county magistrate, had an unshirkable responsibility. He did not expect that the Master would pass through Kuaiji, and that the usually stable Kuaiji would suddenly have a group of bandits attacking the great heroes of the dynasty. This was tantamount to a sudden disaster. Now the lives of his entire family depended on the Master's words.

Upon hearing that Wuzhan had woken up, Yin Tong immediately asked Yunchu to report it. Wuzhan invited him upstairs. Yin Tong knelt in front of Wuzhan and apologized, not even daring to raise his head.

Wuzhan said, "Master Yin, don't panic. Please get up quickly. I didn't want to make a fuss when I came here. I didn't inform you and was attacked by bandits. This is not your fault."

Yin Tong felt relieved after hearing this. Although he stood up, he was still half a head shorter. He said, "Sir, you encountered this group of daring bandits in Kuaiji. After all, it was my fault that I didn't notice it and couldn't wipe them out in advance. I have sent people to search for the bandits. I hope I can make up for it and give you an explanation."

"No need for that. They are just a group of bandits who are greedy for money. They have held my people hostage. They can't hurt me."

Yin Tong wept with gratitude and said, "Sir, I am very grateful for your generosity. If someone else had blamed me, I would not only lose my position, but also my life..."

Wuzhan interrupted Yin Tong and said, "I understand your feelings, so there is no need to say more. Please step down and do what you should do. Also, withdraw the people you have arranged. I don't need their protection."

"I am ignorant. You are so powerful. The people I sent here can only disturb your peace. I will remove them right away." He added, "I hope you will stay for a while longer and let me serve you as a good host. If you need anything, please let me know and I will do my best to help you."

Wuzhan said: "I will stay for a few days, but I don't want to be disturbed. When I leave, please prepare three fast horses for us."

Yin Tongdao said: "This is a small matter. I can definitely do it. I'll take my leave!" He stepped back from the room, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and went downstairs.

Not long after Yin Tong went downstairs, Yunchu came upstairs and said, "Master, Lord Yin sent someone to deliver a box of jewelry and a box of clothes. Should we accept them?"

Wuzhan was writing something with a pen in his hand, and he said casually, "If you like them, just keep a few and return the rest."

Yunchu smiled and said, "Although Lord Yin looks very elegant, he is really generous. Yunchu has never seen so many jewels and beautiful clothes in her life."

"Those jewels are the blood and sweat of the people. They were used to bribe the officials in the court. You don't need to thank him. Confucianism pays attention to etiquette and respect, and caters to the powerful. This is their way of being an official. It's just a kind of corruption."

"It seems that this Lord Yin is quite abominable. We might as well take this opportunity to get rid of him!"

"When officials force the people to rebel, the people will solve the problem themselves. What we are doing is more important than this. Therefore, we can only accept his kindness and make him feel at ease."

Yunchu seemed to understand, but she didn’t need to understand too much. She only knew that everything Wuzhan did had a reason.

Wuzhan put down his pen, handed the written words to Yunchu and said, "This is the method of cultivation of swallowing and spitting. Take it and practice it yourself according to the method above."

Yunchu took it happily and saw the beautiful and neat handwriting on it. She liked it from the bottom of her heart. She didn't expect Wuzhan to teach her Taoism so quickly. It seemed that the master still cared about her as a disciple. After thanking the master, she went downstairs to practice.

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Three days later, Yin Tong really prepared three good horses, and took the officials of Kuaiji to escort Wuzhan and his apprentice out of the city gate. He was very humble and attentive, fearing that he would be displeased by Wuzhan and would have his head removed with just one word.

As for the jewelry that Yin Tong sent, Yunchu only picked out a few pieces that she liked and wore them, but she chose a lot of gorgeous clothes, most of which were chosen for Wuzhan.

Zhulang has been taking the medicine prescribed by Wuzhan for the past few days. His energy and blood have recovered to a large extent, and he can move around without any problems.

Looking at the three people's backs going away, Yin Tong finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had found a life. He stood up and wiped the sweat off his face, muttering to himself, "Finally they left. This person is definitely not to be offended."

……

The master and his two disciples were not riding very fast, because Huangshan in Jiujiang was not very far from Kuaiji, only a five-day journey, and there were still seven days until the "Daoism Conference".

Zhulang spoke little along the way, often with his eyes slightly closed, but he always held the sword in his hand, never letting it go. Yunchu had become accustomed to it and basically regarded him as a shadow, the shadow of her master.

She seemed to talk a lot, perhaps because of her identity as a disciple, and she needed to ask many questions. However, her voice was very nice, and she explained everything that could be explained. When there were three of them, there was always someone who needed to talk a lot to change the dull atmosphere. It used to be Jin Xingzi and Ling Kongzi, but now it was her.

It was noon and the weather was hot, so the three of them drank tea and cooled off in an isolated tea shop on the side of the road. They continued on their journey after noon. Although it was a tea shop, it was just a thatched hut that entertained the guests.

At this time, a group of people came from the south, led by a middle-aged man in a blue robe, with a slender figure, a sharp face, eyes like an eagle, and a cold expression. The follower beside him carried a long sword on his back, like a crescent moon, shining with cold light.

These people stopped their horses in front of the tea shop. The man in blue robe glanced at the tea shop, thought for a moment and said, "Get off and take a rest!" The group of people got off their horses one after another and ordered a few pots of tea first. The man in blue robe was the first to step into the straw hut. After sitting down, he looked at the three masters and apprentices on the other side. However, one of these three people was wearing a mask and looking at the mountains and rivers in the distance, one was holding a long sword and leaning against a pillar with his eyes closed, and one was taking a nap on the table. But no one looked at them, which surprised the man in blue robe, because he had never met such passers-by before.

The man in blue robe took a sip of the cold tea brought by the waiter, and shouted to Zhulang: "Hey, little brother, can I borrow your sword to see it?" Because he found that the sword in Zhulang's hand was not only special, but also exuded a kind of coldness. He could feel that this sword was definitely not an ordinary item.

Facing the rude request from the man in blue robe, Zhu Lang said without even opening his eyes: "No!"

When the group heard Zhulang's words, they all widened their eyes, as if they had never seen such an arrogant person before, but they did not say anything because the man in blue robe had not spoken yet. As long as the man in blue robe gave the order, the arrogant boy in front of them would be beheaded in an instant.

The man in blue robe just looked cold, but did not give any order. Instead, he smiled and said, "What can I do to get a glimpse of you?" Because he met a young man who was even colder than himself.

"My sword is only in my hand, so don't make trouble for yourself."

The blue-robed man laughed and said, "You are indeed an excellent swordsman, but I have a habit. The more others don't want to do something, the more I like them to do it."

Zhulang opened his eyes and looked at the man in blue robe and said, "I also have a habit. I never like nonsense."

The man in blue robe took another sip of tea, with the cup lid spinning in his hand, "I like to hear this, and I don't like nonsense!" As he said this, he flicked his finger, and with a "click", a fingertip-sized porcelain piece broke off the edge of the cup lid, broke through the air, and shot towards Zhulang, as fast as lightning.

Zhu Lang knew from just this one move that the man in blue robe had amazing internal strength. Without moving, he raised the scabbard, and with a "bang", the porcelain piece turned into powder.

The man in the blue robe shouted, "Come and catch it again!", and then he squeezed the cup lid with his big hand and crushed it immediately. With a wave of his hand, the porcelain pieces turned into several cyclones and shot towards Zhulang with a fierce force.

Facing the sudden attack, Zhulang's sword still did not leave the scabbard, but several sword shadows appeared at his side, with "crackling" sounds, powder flying, but a piece of porcelain hit the tip of the scabbard, and with a "click" sound, the long sword was shaken out an inch, and a cold light was revealed. Zhulang lifted it with one hand, and the inch of cold light shrank back.

The man in blue robe laughed and said, "It is indeed a good sword, but you are not worthy of using it!" Just as he was about to pick up the teacup in his hand to take a sip of tea, there was a "pop" sound and two holes appeared in the teacup, and the tea spilled out.

The man in blue robe was startled and looked at Zhulang coldly. He knew that the teacup in his hand was pierced by the sword intent of the swordsman just now, but he didn't care.

"Good boy, you are indeed extraordinary." He put down the teacup and said to the stunned waiter, "Bring another teacup. This teacup will be charged to my account!"

The waiter hurriedly brought another cup of tea and stammered, "How dare we accept money from the king? These cups are... all for your honor."

The man in the blue robe ignored the waiter and said to Zhulang, "What's your name, little brother?"

"Chasing the waves!"

The blue-robed man turned his gaze upon hearing this, and glanced at Wuzhe who was wearing a mask beside him, and asked with a smile: "Then this person must be Mr. Li who got rid of Zang Ding and killed Shishui?"

Wuzhan turned around and said to the man in the blue robe, "It is me, who is your Dharma King in the sect?"

The blue-robed man stared at me and asked, "How do you know my identity?"

"Who else dares to claim to be the king of the world except the Nitian Sect? Moreover, the unique skills you just displayed, the internal strength is so strong, how many people in the world can have such a strong internal strength?"

The blue-robed man sneered, "You really have good eyesight. Since you have recognized my identity, what are you waiting for? Why don't you take action?"

Wuzhan was suspicious when he heard this, and then asked, "We don't know each other, why are you fighting?"

The blue-robed man frowned, and he did not expect it. "It seems that you really don't know. Aren't you and Xiandaoyuan together?"

Wuzhan said: "I am only doing things for the First Emperor. I only cooperate with Xiandaoyuan occasionally. I may not know what they are going to do."

The blue-robed man smiled and said, "This is best, so that you don't lose your lives in vain."

"Are you so confident that you can defeat Xiandaoyuan?"

The man in blue robe said, "You just have to wait for a result!" After that, his face darkened and he heard the sound of hurried horse hooves in the distance.

(End of this chapter)