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Chapter 409 It’s really you!

The bright moon like a silver plate hangs high in the night sky, and its cold light pours down. The night is as cool as water, and the entire deserted village is covered with a layer of frosty tranquility.

In the deserted village, Yan Sanniang stopped crying and slowly walked out of the house.

She stood quietly on the land of the deserted village, looking up at the boundless night sky, her heart full of confusion, not knowing whether she should embark on the journey home like those warriors who had already left.

At this time, Meng Wei came over with an anxious step, his face showing a hint of anticipation and desire:

"Sanniang, come back to Yanshan Village with me."

"Now our Yanshan Stronghold is at its peak, and heroes from all over the world gather here."

"I'll take you to meet some outlaws and build up your network of connections. This will be very beneficial to your future development."

The wound on Meng Wei's face has been bandaged. Although the wound looks shocking, for him as a sixth-grade warrior, this pain is just a piece of cake.

However, the redness and swelling of the wound had not subsided, making his originally handsome face look a little funny.

Upon hearing this, Yan Sanniang shook her head gently, her eyes revealing determination and persistence:

"I promised Grandpa that I would do something for the people of Changzhou when I came out this time."

“If I don’t achieve this goal, I will never give up.”

When Meng Wei heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

He knew that he had very little time left to carry out his mission and would have to return to Yanshan Village soon.

If he couldn't convince Yan Sanniang to go with him, then there would probably be no possibility between him and Yan Sanniang.

He finally met such a lovely woman, how could he let her go so easily?

What's more, Yan Sanniang is outstanding in appearance, figure, martial arts, and family background. Meng Wei naturally doesn't want to miss such a nearly perfect partner.

Immediately, Meng Wei once again advised earnestly:

"But Sanniang, this time we robbed the government silver, it's obvious that we fell into someone else's trap."

"If we don't get away from here soon, once the government's experts arrive, we won't be able to escape even if we have wings."

"Everyone has dispersed, let's go first."

"As for doing things for the people, we have plenty of ways to do that in Yanshan Village."

Yan Sanniang remained unmoved after hearing this.

Her beautiful eyes slowly turned towards the house where Liang Jin and the other two lived, and she murmured to herself:
"Yeah... everyone dispersed, and everyone realized the danger they might face."

"But why are Song Yingxiong and the others still staying here and not willing to leave?"

Yan Sanniang's pretty face was full of confusion, and she couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

As soon as Meng Wei heard Liang Jin's name, a nameless fire surged in his heart.

If it was within the sphere of influence of Yanshan Village, he would have asked his own father to deal with Liang Jin long ago.

But now this place is far away from Yanshan Stronghold and is not his territory. He can only swallow his anger temporarily and has no way to take revenge on Liang Jin.

Meng Wei thought for a while and was about to speak.

"call--!"

A gust of wind suddenly blew up in the deserted village without any warning.

The wind was raging, blowing dust all over the village, making it impossible for people to open their eyes. Yan Sanniang and Meng Wei couldn't help but raise their hands slightly to block the wind.

This inexplicable gale came swiftly and went away quickly, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye. Only in the distant night, the whistling sound of the wind could be faintly heard.

"What a strange evil wind."

Meng Wei couldn't help but complain.

Yan Sanniang was slightly stunned, with a hint of doubt in her eyes:
"Just now there seemed to be... a figure in the wind. Did you see it?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Wei quickly shook his head.

He just thought that Yan Sanniang was seeing things. If there really was a figure moving with the wind, with his martial arts skills and alertness, how could he not notice it?

Yan Sanniang couldn't help but rub her eyes, her eyes full of uncertainty, and she began to doubt whether she had really seen it wrong.

……

distance.

It was late at night, and the bright moon hanging high in the sky was like a huge night light, illuminating the way for those returning home.

After the warriors who robbed the government silver left the deserted village, they went their separate ways in groups.

A group of warriors walked together on the road heading west, all of them with their heads hung low, their faces full of reluctance and helplessness.

"What bad luck! I ran so far and spent so many days trying to get nothing but this little bit of food."

"Yeah, it's not worth it. I wouldn't have gotten involved in this mess if I had known."

"The main problem is that our leader is incompetent. Yan Sanniang is young and unwise, Meng Wei is reckless and arrogant, and Ji Yan is taciturn. How can we succeed with these three people leading us out?"

"Well, why don't we just find a big dealer along the way and rob him, that would make up for the loss."

"I agree with that. We don't care who their family is; we can just rob those with money and food. But Yan Sanniang forbids us from robbing ordinary people. She's great, but we brothers can't starve to death!"

……

This group of warriors were discussing with each other while walking on their way listlessly.

Just then, they heard the sound of hurried horse hooves behind them.

The warriors first vigilantly gripped their swords and quickly looked back, but when they saw who was coming, they immediately relaxed.

When the visitor approached, they all bowed respectfully:
"Brother Ji!"

"Are you going this way too? Why not join us?"

The person who came was none other than Ji Yan whom they had discussed before.

When Ji Yan approached, he dismounted from his horse with a smile on his face, looking very kind.

Everyone came forward, but when they got closer, they all frowned at the same time.

"What a strong smell of blood, where does that smell come from?"

"Huh? Why is there so much blood on Brother Ji? Are you injured?"

Several warriors just started asking questions.

suddenly!

Ji Yan suddenly swung the sword in his hand, and the copper pipe hit the warrior's head heavily with a whistling sound, instantly making his head dented, and blood and brain matter splattered out.

Just as everyone was horrified and surprised and had not yet reacted, the pipe suddenly stabbed out like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, accurately hitting the acupoint of a warrior.

The weapon "Lan Mian Sou" itself emphasizes the use of surprise and attacking the enemy when they are unprepared, and Ji Yan is especially an expert in using this weapon.

In his hands, the techniques of chopping, smashing, lifting, buckling, hanging, hugging, twisting, and pulling the pipe; and the techniques of poking, tapping, picking, pushing, and blocking the pipe mouth were all brought into full play, showing amazing lethality.

Before these warriors could figure out what was happening and why Ji Yan suddenly attacked them, they were knocked to the ground by Ji Yan one after another.

In the terrified eyes of several warriors whose acupoints were hit, Ji Yan's face was filled with ferocious murderous intent, as if he was a demon from hell.

"Don't blame me if you go down there."

Ji Yansen said coldly:
"If you want to blame someone, blame yourselves for being greedy and wanting to rob the government silver."

After Ji Yan finished speaking, he waved his hand and killed all the warriors. The blood spread on the ground, dyeing the surrounding land dark red.

After dealing with everyone, Ji Yan's murderous aura became more and more intense, as if an invisible haze was covering him.

He jumped on his horse and continued along the road. The sound of horse hooves gradually faded away.

After Ji Yan's figure disappeared, a strong wind suddenly blew.

In the wind, a figure landed steadily on the spot like a ghost.

The person who came was Liang Jin.

Liang Jin glanced at the corpses scattered on the ground, frowned slightly, then looked in the direction where Ji Yan left, and whispered to himself: "It's you."

After Liang Jin heard that the information about the robbery of official silver came from Ji Yan, he became suspicious of Ji Yan.

As for what Ji Yan said about the Bufeng Pavilion that sold intelligence, Liang Jin didn't believe it at all.

All the information was conveyed to Yan Sanniang and her group by Ji Yan, so naturally Ji Yan was the most suspicious.

So Liang Jin followed secretly to check.

As expected, Ji Yan soon revealed his true colors.

He rode his horse to catch up with the departing warriors and brutally killed them one by one.

Obviously Ji Yan knew very well that once these people were scattered all over Changzhou, it would be extremely difficult to hunt them down again.

So he took advantage of the fact that they had just separated tonight and everyone had not yet gone far, and he couldn't wait to kill them to silence them.

As for the two masterminds, Yan Sanniang and Meng Wei, Liang Jin believed that Ji Yan would not kill them so quickly.

Firstly, Liang Jin and others were in the deserted village, so Ji Yan didn't have the courage to kill anyone; secondly, the two masterminds had to stay for a while to let the incident continue to ferment so that the conspiracy behind the scenes could be more deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Now that Ji Yan has killed someone, the next thing he will probably have to do is meet his master.

Liang Jin immediately moved and rushed towards the direction where Ji Yan left with the strong wind. His figure soon disappeared in the night.

……

Ji Yan rode his horse at full speed, raising clouds of dust from his horse's hooves.

He rode non-stop from midnight to dawn until the sky turned pale, and then he finally stopped in an open area.

What lies before our eyes is a dreamlike yet extravagant scene.

A large and gorgeous tent stretches endlessly, and the uniform pink curtains flutter gently in the breeze. From a distance, it looks like a piece of beautiful clouds falling from the sky to the earth, revealing an indescribable delicacy and publicity.

As they got closer, Ji Yan saw that the roads between the tents were paved with thick, expensive carpets.

Each carpet is made of delicate and exquisite materials and has intricate weaving, exuding a high-profile and luxurious atmosphere.

Stepping on it feels soft and comfortable, as if you are stepping on clouds.

Ji Yan couldn't help but curse in his heart:
"So damn rich!"

He knew in his heart that the value of this one-foot carpet was enough for hundreds of households in Changzhou to survive the disaster and have a chance to survive.

But nowadays, so many precious carpets are just spread on the ground in the wild and trampled on by people. It is really a disgraceful waste of resources.

Moreover, these rugs were only used once and once soiled they were not cleaned but were ruthlessly burned after each outing.

They would rather be reduced to ashes than give alms to the poor people struggling in the famine.

In the tent, maids in exquisite clothes walked lightly like flying butterflies, busying themselves back and forth on the carpet holding various objects.

Around the tent, a large number of soldiers patrolled back and forth, their postures upright and their expressions alert.

If you look closely, you can see that the uniforms of these soldiers are completely different from those of ordinary Daqian soldiers.

Strictly speaking, they were not real soldiers, but guards specifically assigned to protect the prince.

The Daqian Dynasty had gone through many rounds of reducing the power of the princes and dukes, and the power of the princes and dukes in various places was greatly weakened. They were no longer allowed to have private soldiers and could only retain guards.

The number of guards is also strictly limited.

At present, the prince with the least guards in Daqian has only 3,000 guards, and the prince with the most cannot exceed 20,000.

These are the guards raised by Prince Pingcheng of Changzhou. Prince Pingcheng has a total of 9,000 guards under his command, and at least 500 of them appear here at this moment.

"Who is it? Stop!"

As Ji Yan approached, a guard immediately shouted to stop him, the sound was particularly loud in the early morning air.

Ji Yan quickly dismounted and respectfully stepped forward to identify himself.

Only after the guards had finished their briefing was he able to step onto the soft carpet and enter the luxurious tent area.

There are many tents with a complex layout, like a maze. If there were no guards to lead the way, Ji Yan would probably get lost quickly.

Finally, Ji Yan arrived at his destination.

The largest tent stood before us, as spacious as a magnificent palace.

At this time, the sounds of stringed instruments and wind instruments were melodious and endless in the tent. The dancers in light gauze clothes danced to the music with graceful postures and long sleeves fluttering.

The rich aroma of wine and the tempting smell of meat continued to waft out from the tent. It was obvious that a grand banquet was in full swing.

The maids walked hurriedly into the tent, carrying plates of delicious food and jugs of mellow wine in their hands. Judging from the lively atmosphere, it seemed that this night banquet would last until dawn.

Smelling the aroma of wine and meat, Ji Yan couldn't help but swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva, and his stomach rumbled.

In this year of great disaster, he couldn't remember how long it had been since he had eaten such good wine and meat.

Ji Yan suppressed his greed and stepped into the tent, and was instantly dazzled by the bright lights.

On the main seat sat a woman, she looked slightly tipsy and her cheeks were flushed, which made her look even more charming.

She was wearing extremely gorgeous clothes, embroidered with gold and silver threads, and inlaid with countless sparkling gems, each of which was large and round, emitting dazzling brilliance.

There is an innate noble temperament surrounding the whole person, which makes people feel intimidated.

Her skin was whiter than snow, delicate and smooth, gleaming with a soft jade-like luster under the light, as if carved from the finest mutton-fat jade, flawless. Her nose was straight and graceful, with flowing lines, like rolling hills, perfectly framed on her delicate face.

Such delicate skin and soft figure can only be possessed by those who have never been exposed to the scorching sun and have never done any labor.

Seeing this, Ji Yan's heart tightened, and he immediately knelt down in fear and saluted, his voice trembling:
"Ji Yan pays his respects to the princess!"

This woman was none other than Zhao Chuxia, the daughter of Prince Pingcheng.

As Ji Yan spoke, the originally noisy tent suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

Zhao Chuxia gently put down the crystal wine glass in her hand, and the wine in the glass swayed gently, like a flowing ruby.

She sat up straight and waved gracefully.

In an instant, the dancers stopped dancing, the musicians stopped playing, and they filed out of the tent, leaving only the guests.

Ji Yan secretly glanced at the guests, his heart suddenly shrank and almost stopped beating.

These guests were seen wearing pointed hats, white leather boots, brown clothes, and small belts around their waists.

It turned out to be the uniform of the police station!

Especially the one sitting closest to the princess. From the exquisite official uniform on him, it is not difficult to judge that he is a detective's head!
This is a powerful and terrifying figure!
Ji Yan immediately withdrew his gaze, not daring to look again.

Everyone knows that the detective agency is ruthless and cruel. Once you provoke them, the outcome will be worse than death.

At this time, Zhao Chuxia, who was sitting on the main seat, finally spoke. Her voice was clear but also a little lazy:

"Is the matter done?"

Ji Yan did not dare to hide anything and quickly replied:

"Reporting to the princess, except for the bandit leader Yan Sanniang and the Yanshan stronghold thief Meng Wei, the rest have been killed."

Zhao Chuxia nodded with satisfaction.

Ji Yan added cautiously:

"However... a few people outside the plan got involved."

Zhao Chuxia frowned and snorted coldly when she heard this.

This Ji Yan is really getting less and less capable of doing things!

If there are people involved who are not part of the plan, just kill them and silence them.

Such a small matter actually needs to be reported?
Ji Yan gritted his teeth and continued to explain:
"Those few people, I don't have the ability to deal with them."

"Because they are the famous bandit Song Jiang, 'Timely Rain', and his two brothers!"

After hearing this, everyone in the tent, which had been relatively calm, finally changed their expressions slightly and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

(End of this chapter)