From Joy of Life, the Tian Gang is reversed

Chapter 95: Come with me and leave Kyoto. It’s too dangerous here.

The sky is quiet and the moon is bright

In Kyoto City, sparks are like countless stars.

Two black figures rushed between the buildings with staggered structures and flying eaves. In just a moment, they had passed through the bustling street scene and appeared on the banks of the Liujing River.

The Liujing River at night has long lost the bustling scene of bright lights and welcoming people a few years ago. Instead, it is quiet, with occasional fishing boats passing by, and the faint fishing lights flashing by.

The moonlight falls on the lake, flashing with tiny scales.

Two figures moved one in front and one behind at an extremely fast speed, outlining extremely swift silhouettes in the moonlight.

Rushing to an open area beside Liujing Lake, the figure in front suddenly stopped and swung out a silver light from his hand, shooting towards the black shadow behind him.

Ding!
With a crisp sound of collision, Wuzhu's iron spike hit the blade accurately, knocking the blade away.

The figure fell down, the iron rod in his hand pointed diagonally at the ground, his face expressionless, and the pair of eyes behind the black scarf seemed to be staring at the man not far away.

The man was tall and slender, also dressed in black, with an oil-painted mask on his face. The chain knife in his hand hung at his side, and the silver chain swayed gently in the breeze, making a slight metal collision sound.

"It's really surprising to see a master-level expert other than the four great masters!" Mao Qiwu took a deep breath under the mask, raised the chain knife in his hand slightly, and trembled slightly. The blade shone with a cold light in the moonlight.

He was very excited, excited about the opportunity to fight with the Grandmaster, but he also knew that he would not be his opponent. However, his purpose today was not to defeat his opponent.

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Mao Qiwu struck first, his chain knife slicing a sharp line through the night sky. The three-foot silver chain stretched as straight as a spear, aiming straight for Wuzhu's face. Wu's body tilted slightly, and the iron pick caught the blade with a precise strike. Sparks flew from the metal collision, and the chain knife was deflected, its blade glancing past Wuzhu's shoulder, barely missing him, without even scratching his clothes.

Bang!
While swinging the chain knife, Wu Zhu stomped his right foot lightly. Under the huge force, the ground beneath his feet made a muffled sound and a half-meter-deep pit was stepped out.

Wu Zhu's body was like an arrow shot from a bow, crossing ten feet and killing in front of Mao Qiwu.

The fierce murderous intent was as tangible as a substance, stinging Mao Qiwu so much that all the hairs on his body stood up.

Mao Qiwu's pupils shrank suddenly, and the sharp iron spike had already reached his face.

Fast, extremely fast.

No tricks, no hesitation.

It was so fast and precise that it even exceeded his reaction.

Instinctively, his body began to retreat, twisting and curling up to the extreme, and the image that appeared was that of a roll on the ground.

Magical skill: Lazy donkey rolling!

Blood splatters everywhere

This roll did not completely get rid of the iron spike, but only pierced his left shoulder. At least he avoided the fate of being hit in the chest.

The moment his left shoulder was pierced, Mao Qiwu's true energy surged and he pulled the chain knife in his hand violently.

The chain knife actually drew a line in mid-air that violated the laws of physics, and a faint sound of Qi explosion could be heard.

Countless silver lights flashed, and the chain knife was divided into countless knife shadows in the air, covering Wuzhu.

Wu Zhu paused, his face calm. The iron rod traced precise paths through the air, each swing perfectly blocking the chain knife's attack. The sound of metal clashing was incessant, sparks flew through the air, and in just a few breaths, the iron rod and the chain knife had clashed dozens of times.

Suddenly, Wu Zhu's body jerked sideways, and the iron rod in his hand swung out a knife shadow, spinning rapidly like a spindle, and accurately stuck into the gap between the seventeenth links of the silver chain.

Pole!
Hit the snake at its most vulnerable part!

The sword shadows in the sky disappeared in an instant, and the three-meter silver chain instantly turned into two dead snakes.

Mao Qiwu's eyes flashed with brilliance, and a hint of understanding flashed across his expression.

Seems to understand something.

At this moment, the cold iron rod had already touched his throat, and in the next moment, it would pierce his throat.

But, no.

The iron rod stopped at his throat and did not move forward any further.

Wu Zhu turned his head slightly, and under the black cloth covering his eyes, it seemed as if there was a pair of eyes staring intently at a lonely boat on the lake.

On a solitary boat, a man in blue stood with his hands behind his back, his face hidden in the darkness, only his pair of blazing eyes staring towards the shore.

Their eyes intertwined, and the aura as scorching as the sun was as real as substance, entangled with Wuzhu's cold aura.

Even though he was dozens of feet away, Mao Qiwu could still feel the energy like the scorching summer sun enveloping the sky and earth.

Steam was rising from the surface of the lake between the two men, and blood mixed with sweat had soaked his entire body.

"We've had enough fun, let's go back." The figure on the lonely boat said lightly.

"Your Highness!" Mao Qiwu's heart moved. He concentrated his mind, stepped on tiptoe, and his body drew a swaying line in the air and fell into the boat.

Then, he crouched on the boat, spitting blood from his mouth as if it were free. "Let's go."

Li Chengqian flicked his sleeves lightly, and the boat sped away like an arrow.

The energy disappeared, the steam on the lake dissipated, and Wuzhu stood quietly on the lake, looking at the lonely boat that had turned into a small dot. He was silent for a while, then left.

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"How is it, is suit number three useful?"

On the lonely boat, Li Chengqian looked at Mao Qiwu who was still vomiting blood and asked with a smile.

"Hehe, it's too late to use it. If it weren't for the golden inner armor, I, I..."

As he spoke, blood gushed out of his mouth uncontrollably.

Li Chengqian had no choice but to pick up Mao Qiwu, who was lying limp on the boat, and sealed the wounds on his body. He then took out a small bottle, pulled out the cork and poured two sips into his mouth before putting him down.

"How was the harvest?"

"Not much, but enough!"

"Go back and rest. After witnessing the Grandmaster's combat prowess, the path ahead is clear. However, we still need to calm down and not rush for quick gains."

"Yes, Your Highness."

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The Fan Mansion, just like the Guo Mansion yesterday
There was chaos everywhere.

Fan Jian's face was ashen, and he kept pacing back and forth in front of Fan Xian's door.

"What's going on? How could this happen? Who has the guts to do this?"

"Master, please don't worry. The imperial physician is watching him. Xian'er is a lucky person, so he should be fine."

Liu felt the gloomy aura emanating from Fan Jian, and she felt a little frightened. Since she had known Fan Jian, she had never seen her master like this.

The gentle and refined Mr. Fan suddenly turned into an angry lion in front of her eyes, which made her heart tremble.

That is, I feel very manly...

At this time, the door opened and the imperial physician Lin Shouzheng walked out.

"Doctor Lin, how is the situation?"

"Well, the murderer was very measured. It's just internal injuries, nothing serious. It's just..."

"Just what?"

"Master Fan seems to have practiced an extremely overbearing martial art. Affected by his injuries, his Qi surged, affecting the wound and aggravating it. Although the pain has been suppressed, it's best not to use his Qi recklessly for the next three months. He needs to rest and recuperate."

"Okay, thank you, Doctor Lin." Fan Jian said with gratitude. He asked someone to send the doctor away and stepped into the room.

Inside the room, several maids had been driven away, leaving only Fan Ruoruo sitting in front of the bed, holding Fan Xian's hand, with a sad look on her face.

"Don't cry, I'm fine, aren't I?" Fan Xian forced a smile.

"elder brother……"

"Ruoruo, you should go back first. The imperial physician said he needs to rest. Don't disturb him anymore and let him have a good rest." Fan Jian said.

Fan Ruoruo nodded and left reluctantly.

After Fan Ruoruo left, Fan Jian comforted Fan Xian a few more words, but didn't say much, because at this time, he could do nothing and it was useless to say anything.

Only after everyone left did Fan Xian breathe a sigh of relief.

He felt that dealing with others was more tiring than getting hurt.

However, he couldn't rest right away because he still wanted to know the situation of the assassin.

In fact, he couldn't figure out who wanted to kill him.

While I was thinking, a dark shadow appeared in front of the bed.

"Uncle, what's going on? Who is the assassin?" Fan Xian asked anxiously when he saw Wu Zhu appear.

"A Grandmaster intervened, and I didn't keep him."

"Grandmaster?" Fan Xian looked shocked. "From the palace?"

"I don't know." Wu Zhu shook his head. He stood by the bed and thought for a while before he said, "Come with me and leave Kyoto. It's too dangerous here."

(End of this chapter)