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Chapter 10: The Gathering of Heroes at Lianfeng (Seeking monthly votes, recommendations, and continued reading!)
In late autumn, the sky is high and the clouds are light.

The leaves on the mountainside are golden yellow. When the wind blows, they fall in a flurry, gathering like dragon scales, swaying in the wind.

"what?"

Hongxiu jumped up and down in a hurry, running to Ren Shaoyang's side with a anxious expression.

"Are you going to abandon our home and go to Dripping Cliff?"

Ding An frowned and asked, "Why?"

Ren Shaoyang, dressed in a dark blue jacket, leaned on an iron crowbar and squinted at the fallen leaves outside the door.

"Because besides the bandits, an even more ruthless one has arrived!"

Hongxiu and Ding'an were both taken aback and asked, "Even more ruthless?"

Next, Ren Shaoyang recounted in detail his encounter with the people from the Eastern Depot at Dishui Cliff and his fight with them.

"The Western Region monk that the Eastern Depot is looking for," Ren Shaoyang asked, "Do you know him?"

Ding An nodded: "I know, Tie Tou and I collected his body."

Ren Shaoyang sighed, "You meant well, but you've really brought trouble upon yourself. What happened to his belongings?"

Ding An said blankly, "I put it in the room of the Lianfeng ship."

Ren Shaoyang looked at him with pity.

“In other words,” Ding An swallowed hard, speaking with difficulty, “not only Lianfeng is affected.” He then pointed to Ren Shaoyang and Hongxiu, “but you will too.”

Ren Shaoyang nodded: "That's always been the style of the Eastern Depot, and they'll be here very quickly."

Ding An's expression darkened: "Then..."

“Don’t try to shoulder this alone, it’s useless.” Ren Shaoyang predicted his prediction. “We’re all in the same boat, no one can escape.”

Ding An sighed softly, "But if we go to Dripping Water Cliff, wouldn't we be walking into a trap?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "If we don't leave, we'll be trapped like turtles in a jar." He looked at Ding An and said, word by word, "We can run, but what about Hongxiu?"

"Shaoyang, Ding'an." Hongxiu's face grew paler with each word. "Let's go together. I won't hold you back!"

As she spoke, large tears streamed down her face, and Ding'an couldn't persuade her otherwise.

Ren Shaoyang patted her head, and the little beggar cried even harder.

"When two armies meet on a narrow path, the brave shall prevail. Let's go to Dripping Cliff first, then turn around and head to Dragon Gate. After resolving the biggest conflict, we'll come back!"

Ren Shaoyang said firmly, "A house can be rebuilt, and things can be found again, but once a person is gone, they are truly gone."

Hongxiu clutched her purse, sobbing, "House, house."

Ding'an advised, "We're just going out for a stroll; we'll eventually have to come back."

Ren Shaoyang said, "Just think of it as traveling with us."

Hongxiu said, "I know, I know. But you all say the Eastern Depot is even more ruthless than bandits, so I'm afraid the house won't be saved either." As she spoke, she burst into tears.

She cried harder and harder. Yes, she had been living a difficult life alone for so many years.

Now that she finally has two family members and her wallet is getting fatter, she was planning to buy pigs and sheep a few days ago, and her life is getting more and more promising.

But little did they know that it would soon be destroyed.

Could it be that, could it be that she really is a jinx, as those gossipy women say?
Thinking of this, Hongxiu sobbed even harder, and her body trembled.

Ren Shaoyang placed his hand on her head, stroking it gently, and said with a faint smile, "Don't cry. I promise you, I will build you another big house in the future."

Hongxiu sobbed, "But it's not the original one anymore."

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "What's the difference? Home is wherever we are!"

Upon hearing this, Hongxiu opened her large, tear-filled eyes and looked up, asking, "Really?"

Ren Shaoyang frowned and glanced at her sideways: "I'd be a dog if I lied to you!"

Ding An chuckled sheepishly, "When has the cripple ever gone back on his word?"

Hongxiu wiped away her tears with her sleeve, then said with a smile, "That's more like it, I'll go pack up!" With that, she ran to the back to pack her clothes.

It was supposed to be cleaning up, but it was really just tattered clothes and broken dishes.

Ren Shaoyang couldn't stand it anymore and told her not to take it. Hongxiu was furious, but there was nothing she could do.

The three of them walked out the door, looked back at the little house one last time, and it felt like a lifetime ago. Then they all turned around and headed east.

Throughout the journey, Hongxiu looked dejected, but after Ren Shaoyang styled her hair, transforming her into a charming and adorable young girl, her mood visibly improved.

The three of them traveled together, braving the wind and sand, and hiked through the mountains without finding any water. After walking for half a day, they arrived at Dripping Cliff again.

Hongxiu was so hungry she was dizzy. The three of them decided to find a steamed bun shop and try some delicious meat buns.

"Big, meaty, bun!"

The little beggar stood under the banner outside the town, patted his waist, and declared with an air of magnanimity: "The money's with me, I'll treat you to a meal!"

Ren Shaoyang curled his lip: "Why don't you say where the money came from?"

The little beggar got angry: "I don't care where it came from, it's mine now. Are you coming or not? If you're not, I'm not paying your bill!"

Ding'an listened to the two bickering like children and just chuckled to himself.

The three of them walked into the town, talking as they went, listening to the hawkers' cries echoing along the streets.

Hongxiu nervously looked around, afraid that someone would covet the money in her purse.

Unfortunately, she was flanked by two guardian figures, one on each side. In particular, Ren Shaoyang's eyes flashed with a cold light, causing passing swordsmen and bandits to turn pale at the sight of him and involuntarily keep their distance.

However, there were fewer twists and turns.

After walking for a while, the three of them found a steamed bun shop in an alley.

Just then, there were freshly steamed buns. The three of them were completely captivated by the aroma of meat and vegetables mixed with the fragrance of dough.

He quickly sat down, ordered several baskets of food, and began to wolf them down.

"Delicious, so delicious!" Hongxiu exclaimed, her mouth greasy with oil. "The best meat bun in the world is number one!"

Ding An laughed and said, "Didn't you say before that grilled fish is the best?"

Hongxiu shook her head vigorously: "Compared to the big meat bun, it's utter bullshit!"

As the two chatted and laughed, Ren Shaoyang stuffed another big mouthful of meat bun into his mouth, puffed out his cheeks, and looked out the door.

A commotion could be heard in the distance, and a group of fierce-looking monks dressed in bright yellow robes, each with a curved knife at their waist, rode on spirited horses, swaggering through the city.

Not only did the merchants on both sides dare not say a word, but even the swordsmen who usually drew their swords at the slightest provocation were now as timid as quails.

Ren Shaoyang turned to the shopkeeper and asked, "Boss, what were those monks up to? Why were they so arrogant at Dripping Cliff?"

The shopkeeper sighed, "Who else could it be but the Blood Blade Sect! In the entire Northwest, who dares to disrespect these lewd monks?"

"Oh my!" Ding'an exclaimed in surprise upon hearing this, "Is it really these murderers?"

Ren Shaoyang was stunned, but he still asked cautiously, "You all know about the Blood Blade Sect?"

Before Ding An could speak, the shopkeeper launched into a long-winded explanation: "Sir, you're being uninformed. Just listen around; within a hundred miles, who doesn't know that the Blood Blade Sect is ruthless and domineering?"

"Even bandits are nothing compared to them!"

Ren Shaoyang thought for a moment and asked, "Who is the current leader of the Blood Blade Sect?"

Without a second thought, the shopkeeper replied, "The Blood Saber Ancestor, the number one evil master in the martial arts world. His 'Blood-Transforming Divine Saber' slaughters the world. He'll even kill immortals for you to see!"

As they were talking, Hongxiu ate more than a dozen steamed buns.

The shopkeeper, seeing this, became suspicious.

They thought the three were dressed in tattered clothes, perhaps they were starving and had come here to dine and dash.
Only after Hongxiu burped and paid the bill did she finally break into a smile.

After the three of them had eaten and drunk their fill, they headed towards Lianfeng.
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"boom!"

A pale hand slammed hard on the table.

The camera pans up.

The owner of the hand was a middle-aged man with a pale face and a bloodstain on his forehead.

He looked sickly, holding a pipe in one hand and slowly puffing on his pipe.

"Flying Dragon, don't be greedy!" Opposite him, a bald man covered in tattoos chuckled. He was muscular and had piercing eyes.

"I heard your elite troops were wiped out by two cripples?"

The pale-faced middle-aged man was none other than the bandit leader "Three Eyes." Upon hearing Feilong's mockery, his expression turned cold, and his hand had already reached for the single-edged sword on the table.

Feilong, however, seemed oblivious, still shaking his head and grinning, saying, "When I divide pork, I always take the bigger share."

He glanced at his underlings behind him and chuckled, "What kind of boss are you? All you do is watch your underlings eat, drink, poop, pee, and sleep. You're all just an empty shell."

She glanced disdainfully at the two boxes of jewelry that Sanyan had brought: "This is barely enough to fill a tooth gap."

Three-Eyed barely suppressed his anger: "How much do you want?"

"Nine to one, huh?" Feilong chuckled. "I'll take nine, and you'll take one."

"Canglang!"

"Damn it, are you trying to fob me off like a beggar?"

The two bandits behind the three-eyed man drew their swords and stepped forward, cursing loudly.

Feilong ignored the two men and just stared at him with a smile.

Three-Eyed still dared not reach for the knife on the table.

He knew the other party was making exorbitant demands, and he had reached his limit of patience, originally intending to just fight them outright.

However, upon further reflection, I realized that I had come here to wipe out Lianfenghao and to make money, and it was indeed not worth fighting with this madman.

die easily.

After weighing the pros and cons, he silently put his hand down.

"Fine!" Three-Eyed said through gritted teeth, "I want to wipe out Lianfeng and leave no one alive."

“No problem.” Feilong smiled slightly. “Although I am greedy, I always keep my word. Since you want Lian Fenghao’s whole family to die, then let them all die.”

Three-Eyed thought for a moment, then suddenly added, "There's also a man with a severed hand and a cripple holding a fire poker."

Feilong chuckled and said sarcastically, "These two pieces of trash killed half your men?"

A cold glint flashed in Three-Eyed's eyes: "You're courting death!" Unable to contain his anger any longer, he was about to draw his sword and strike.

Feilong rolled his eyes, like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey: "Looking for your mother, huh?!"

With two sharp "whoosh" sounds, two crimson arcs suddenly flashed.

Three-Eyed screamed, closed his eyes and awaited death, when suddenly he felt a surge of heat on his back, which soaked his clothes.

Then came a "gurgling" sound.

Three Eyes opened his eyes in horror and saw two heads rolling around on the table, their eyes wide open in death.

It was his two henchmen.

Fuck your mother!

With two sharp "thuds," Feilong slammed his blood-red scimitar onto the table and pointed at Sanyan's nose, cursing loudly.

"If you can't afford to eat, don't occupy the table!"

Three-Eyed was thoroughly humiliated by the scolding, but he dared not reach for the knife on the table again.

"Three-Eyes, I have a question for you."

After finishing his tirade, Feilong laughed and said, "Do you want to compete with me to see who has the fastest blade, or should we continue our cooperation and tie the Lianfeng brand?"

His laughter grew even more rampant: "A sword fight? Fine! I'll kill you, then level Lianfeng Hao. Cooperation? Even better! Level Lianfeng Hao, then we'll divide the gold and silver!"

"If I had to choose, what would you pick?"

Three-Eyed stood there, his face ashen, while the crowd behind him hastily drew their knives.

After a while, just when everyone thought a fight was about to break out.

"Hahahaha!"

Suddenly, Three-Eyed Man laughed and said, "Indeed, the Flying Dragon is renowned throughout the Western Regions! I, Three-Eyed Man, am impressed!"

As the atmosphere eased, he continued, "In the dead of night, we'll launch a surprise attack on Lianfeng!"

"Eh~!"

With a wave of his hand, Feilong sent the curved sword flying back into its sheath with two clangs. The magical technique left both sides dazzled.

"Why wait until midnight? After they've had a good meal, we can send them on their way." He pointed to the three-eyed man. "Brothers have been braving the elements all this way; it's not too much to ask them to treat us to a good meal, is it?"

"Not at all, not at all!" Three-Eyed laughed heartily, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Brother, I'll go and order a table full of good wine and food first, and I'll be waiting for your arrival."

Having said that, he hurriedly left with his bandit men.

Feilong watched them leave with a smile, then suddenly raised an eyebrow, his smile faded, and he waved his hand.

His men understood and left the place one after another.

In an instant, Feilong was left alone in the courtyard. He said coldly, "Senior brother, who are you trying to impress with all this caution?"

A hoarse, aged voice said from afar, "Hahaha, good junior brother, you really understand your old master!"

As they were talking, a monk dressed in a yellow robe suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

He swaggered over to the opposite side of the flying dragon and sat down with an air of nonchalance.

This monk was extremely old, with a pointed head and shriveled ears, and a white beard, but he had none of the otherworldly qualities of a monk. Instead, he was full of sinister and violent energy, and did not look like a good person.

Feilong, who was originally arrogant, surprisingly calmed down when facing this old monk.

"Senior brother, instead of enjoying your life in Qinghai, why did you suddenly decide to come here?"

"Can't I come?" The old monk's face turned cold, like a zombie, and a murderous aura suddenly filled the air. But then he smiled and said with a grin, "You are my junior brother, after all. You're holed up in such a small place, eating dust and getting windy all day. Can't your ancestor come and see you?"

"Blood Blade Ancestor, do you think I don't know you?" Feilong sneered. "With your self-serving nature, why would you come looking for me for no reason?"

“Flying Dragon, you have truly broken my heart.” Blood Blade Ancestor sighed. “After you joined the sect, your master died early. Who raised you, taught you swordsmanship, and treated you like their own son? I never expected you to think of me like this.”

Feilong scoffed, "Old ghost, don't fucking disgust me. I'd rather believe in ghosts than you!" He said impatiently, "Speak up, what brings you here?"

Blood Blade Ancestor's expression turned serious, and he laughed, "Hehe, Flying Dragon, you bastard, you really know your old ancestor well!"

Feilong sneered repeatedly, but refused to answer.

The Blood Saber Ancestor continued, "This time, the Ancestor has come down from the mountain for the 'Liancheng Treasure'." The old monk looked at Feilong, "Feilong, there are many martial arts masters in the Central Plains. 'Wind Tiger Cloud Dragon, Falling Flowers Flowing Water'—I am not afraid of these eight people in a one-on-one fight. The only thing I fear is their shameless group attack!"

Feilong understood and raised an eyebrow: "So you want me to help you?"

Blood Blade Ancestor laughed and said, "Hehe, at least I can trust you with my back."

Feilong snorted and said, "You know I'm very greedy!"

Blood Blade Ancestor knew that Flying Dragon had taken the bait and was overjoyed. He said, "I'll take seven, you take three."

Feilong shook his head: "Fifty-fifty."

Blood Blade Ancestor's smile remained unchanged, but the blood blade at his waist trembled in its sheath, like a living snake.

"Sure." The old monk's eyes widened for a moment, then narrowed again, and he chuckled, "After all, you are my dearest friend and family."

"Then it's settled!"

Feilong laughed loudly: "But you go first, I'll be there shortly."

Blood Sabre Ancestor frowned: "Why?"

Feilong said nonchalantly, "It just so happened that I took a job to wipe out an entire family." He shook his head and laughed, "You know I keep my word. If I say I'll wipe out an entire family, I really will."

"Humph, I don't know what it means!"

Blood Blade Ancestor's face was gloomy. After leaving behind a sentence, his body swayed and drifted away like a yellow cloud, leaving only that sentence behind.

"Why risk your life for a few hundred taels of silver when there's treasure right there?"

Feilong looked in the direction where he disappeared, his smile slowly fading, and he chuckled softly.

"Ha, you old fox."

The TV series "A Deadly Secret" follows the Ming Dynasty setting.

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