Starry Sky Railway: The Slacking Sword Saint is Keeped by Fu Xuan

Fu Xuan turned around and glared at her, then glared at Yu Chen.

"They're treating you like their subordinate!"

Looking for someone?

You entered the General's Mansion without identifying yourself?!

"How are those two good-for-nothings guarding the door?!"

"Um... shall I go out for a bit, explain to the security guard, and then come back in?"

Yu Chen scratched his head and tentatively said.

Fu Xuan stared at him, his voice crisp and loud, tinged with a hint of anger: "Otherwise what? I have absolutely no connection with you. You just barged in like this, and if you do something disgraceful, won't you end up blaming me for it!"

"Oh, you're right, I'll go back and check my identity right away!" Yu Chen nodded, agreeing that what she said made some sense.

Regardless of whether she actually had bad intentions or not, she seemed quite anxious, as if she was about to jump up and scratch her face if she didn't do as she was told.

Well, since I've hitched a ride on her Starship, fulfilling her request wouldn't be a problem.

Watching Yu Chen walk out and talk to the gatekeeper, Fu Xuan took another breath and calmed himself down.

"Let's go find him."

She sighed and led Xingxuan into the house.

I'm really tired.

She shouldn't have been in such a hurry when she left the house today.

You should consult a divination master to predict good or bad fortune.

"Hey~ you two."

Yu Chen strolled to the door with a smile and greeted the two Yunqi soldiers.

"Hello, sir, what can I do for you?"

Yu Chen smiled and said, "Oh, it's nothing. That girl just asked me to verify your identities. I'm not one of her people."

One of the Cloud Riders was taken aback: "Not one of Fu Taibu's men?"

Yu Chen raised an eyebrow upon hearing his words and asked, "A diviner?"

“Yes, that’s the Grand Diviner of the Grand Divination Bureau, Lord Fu Xuan. He has pink hair and a petite figure, so he should be easy to recognize. By the way, brother, you didn’t know him?” Yun Qi was also somewhat surprised.

This fellow clearly came with Fu Taibu, and they really thought he was one of the Taibu's men.

“Uh…hahaha!” Yu Chen suddenly laughed.

"I really didn't know. No wonder this young girl is so amazing. Everyone calls her 'Sir' wherever she goes, and she enters the General's Mansion so easily."

Yunqi didn't quite understand what was so funny about him and asked, "Um... so who exactly are you, brother? What brings you to the General's Mansion?"

"Haha, but it seems I'm one of Lord Fu Xuan's people now~"

He smiled, did not answer his question, but instead took out a token from his pocket and tossed it over.

"Sigh... It's all Jingyuan's fault for throwing me into the Grand Divination Office. When I woke up, I didn't even recognize my own boss."

Yunqi frowned when he heard him address the general by his given name. He was about to reprimand him for this behavior, but when he glanced at the token that Yu Chen had thrown at him, he was stunned.

what?

His brothers, who had just glanced over, were also stunned and stood there dumbfounded.

what?

"This should be fine, right?"

Yu Chen stretched and, enjoying the comfortable climate of Luofu, where spring reigns all year round, asked with a smile.

"Yes, sir, of course, no problem!"

The two cloud riders quickly took their positions, their previous relaxed demeanor vanishing in an instant.

They gripped their spears ramrod straight, and one of the Cloud Knights respectfully returned the token to Yu Chen.

"Sir, please come in!"

"Oh, relax a bit!" Yu Chen sighed helplessly. "I still prefer your relaxed and natural demeanor just now..."

This will make me feel very uneasy...

Besides, I don't concern myself with anything, and I'm currently under the jurisdiction of the Grand Apostle; I'm just a nobody.

"I wouldn't dare, sir!"

The two cloud riders stood straight ahead, their eyes like stars, their gaze fixed on the horizon.

A solemn and dignified aura immediately emanated from them.

"Seriously... whatever, whatever."

Yu Chen waved his hand speechlessly, put away the command order, put his hands behind his back, and strolled back into the general's mansion.

His "general" and Jingyuan's "general" are completely different concepts.

Unfortunately, these two newcomers didn't realize that the old group of guys used to drink, chat, and joke around with him every day, never treating him like a leader.

What a pity, what a pity...

"General, you owe me a reasonable explanation."

In a quaint study, Fu Xuan slapped the paper he was holding in front of him.

The table shook violently, Jingyuan's pen trembled, and the ink on it slid, leaving a black stain.

His lips twitched as he watched his morning's work go to waste, and he sighed deeply.

He glanced at Fu Xuan, saw her glaring at him, shook his head, put the brush down, and picked up the Xuan paper.

"Sigh...this isn't perfect anymore..."

"Stop looking at your terrible handwriting, Jingyuan, I'm asking you a question!"

There was another loud bang, this time even louder, causing some ink to splatter on the table.

Jing Yuan stared at the ink stain on the rosewood table he had bought at great expense, and his lips twitched violently.

It can probably be washed off, but I've been using this table with the utmost care...

What a sin!

He finally put down what he was writing and picked up the paper she had slapped on his desk to read.

Chapter 4 The General is Attacked, and the Scene is Sealed Off

Outside the study, a handsome young man was practicing swordplay under a tree in the courtyard. He moved nimbly and skillfully, wielding the sword as if it were an extension of his own arm.

The swordsmanship was sharp and fierce, and the chilling sword aura was faintly visible.

It is evident that although he looks young, he has already mastered swordsmanship to an extremely high level.

Xingxuan sat on the wooden steps in front of the study, her eyes fixed on him.

Seeing that he had stopped gesturing, they immediately started clapping.

The applause, pia~pia~pia~, was exceptionally crisp.

"Yanqing, you're amazing!"

Xingxuan praised her with a smile.

The boy glanced at her, gave a soft snort, and turned his back haughtily.

However, the exposed earlobes were somewhat red.

"So handsome, so beautiful, can you dance again?"

Xingxuan pursed her lips and smiled as she looked at him and called out.

"My sword isn't for people to see as a circus act!" Yan Qing snorted coldly, then muttered to himself.

"I haven't finished practicing my swordplay for today. I still need to continue..."

Xingxuan smiled broadly, her previous seasoned demeanor and professional smile gone, replaced by a silly expression as she laughed heartily and naturally.

"Hehehe~ Yanqing is awesome!"

"Hmph, do you think I need to tell you that?"

The young swordsman gave a light hum and began to wield his longsword once more.

His figure was graceful and agile, like a dragon in flight, beautiful yet powerful. A chilling aura shimmered on his sword, and even under the warm sun, it could not diminish the cold and murderous feeling.

But Xingxuan seemed completely oblivious, smiling gently, warmly, and sweetly as she looked at him.

The tree above Yanqing's head was in bloom with small, white flowers that she didn't know the name of. But they were very pretty, scattered like stars.

As Yanqing wielded her sword, her peripheral vision inadvertently swept over them, and then inadvertently caught sight of the smiling Xingxuan.

She wore only a simple hairpin in her hair, nothing else.

The boy's posture faltered slightly, but he quickly straightened up and resumed dancing.