Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

Xie Daoyun sighed:

"Back then, your disciple 'fought for a beauty' and killed three vassal kings, but in the end, he also died and perished."

However, I used the Qiankun Hand technique to gather Mei Xingyao's remnant soul, thus helping him to be reborn.

Hua Youwu's sword energy suddenly froze, and his voice became hoarse with excitement:

"What did you say? My disciple...where did he reincarnate?!"

Xie Daoyun's fingertips trembled slightly as he shook his head, a rare hint of helplessness in his voice:

"The ways of Heaven are vast and unpredictable, and the principles of fate are most elusive."

His soul was burdened by an obsession with defending a city and dying for a promise.

After reincarnation, the secrets of heaven were concealed. I have been divining for eighteen years, and the hexagrams have always been a state of utter chaos.

Hua Youwu glanced at him: "Old Calculator, what's the difference between what you said and farting?"

Xie Daoyun smiled slightly and sat down next to Hua Youwu.

"At that time, I observed the stars at night and calculated that after your disciple was reincarnated, he would definitely travel to the East Sea in person."

I then told Xie Lingyun everything I had said.

She had originally planned to commit suicide for love, but when I told her she still had a chance to meet Mei Xingyao again...

She then abandoned the ruins of Luocheng Pass and went to the shores of the East China Sea, where she waited for eighteen years.

Over the years, she has honed her swordsmanship with the tides and forged her heart with the sea breeze, achieving a master-level level of swordsmanship. She might not be inferior to you, you old sword fanatic, now.

Xie Daoyun tapped the stone table lightly with his fingers, then suddenly recalled the scene in the teahouse and said:

"Speaking of which, I just watched a sword fight at the martial arts arena in Qingjiang City, and there was an interesting incident that has something to do with you, old sword fanatic."

Hua Youwu raised an eyebrow and slammed the wine bowl he had just taken out onto the stone table: "Stop being so mysterious, just spit it out."

"Your prized 'Eight Sword Styles,' did you just casually throw it away more than a decade ago?" Xie Daoyun said slowly.

"An hour ago, on the martial arts arena in Qingjiang City, a young upstart used the final move of your Sword Eight, 'Laughing at the Mortal World'."

With a single sword strike, Su Mubai, the "White-Robed Scholar Swordsman," suffered a severe blow that shattered his meridians, sending him flying backward, coughing up blood. He's still lying there.

Hua Youwu's hand froze, and most of the wine he had just poured spilled out.

"Kenpachi, Laughing at the Mortal World?"

A few days ago, the boy in black clothes had an amazingly bright eye. After some haggling, I bought his secret manual for one hundred taels of silver.

At the time, I just thought some rich kid was bored and bought a secret manual for novelty. Could it be that he... mastered it?

"What's that kid's name?!"

Xie Daoyun's smile deepened as he watched Xie Daoyun's flustered state.

"As far as I know, he's a newcomer, and all I know is that he calls himself Xie Mo. But he and you do have some connection."

"What connection?"

"He is the apprentice of your nephew, Hua Tianyi."

Hua Youwu was stunned. Thinking of Hua Tianyi's nephew, the old man couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"My nephew is obsessed with medicine, but his martial arts skills are mediocre. How could he possibly teach a disciple who has mastered the 'Eight Styles of Sword'?"

Xie Daoyun's answer was irrelevant:

"This kid is quite something. Not only did he defeat Su Mubai, but he also revealed his identity as a disciple of Hua Tianyi."

Right now, he's probably at the City Lord's Mansion, giving Su Mubai acupuncture treatment.

......

The west courtyard of the city lord's mansion was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Xie Xiaoyi sat cross-legged on a low stool, slowly pulling out a three-inch-long silver needle with his fingertips.

Su Mubai, lying on the couch, trembled her eyelashes and opened her eyes with difficulty. Looking at Xie Xiaoyi's focused profile, a complex light flashed in her eyes.

There was resentment, humiliation, and gratitude.

After working for most of the day, Xie Xiaoyi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After putting away the silver needles, he took out a pill and fed it to Su Mubai before stopping.

Bai Letian had been waiting for news. Upon hearing that Su Mubai was out of danger, he immediately cupped his hands in thanks.

"Thank you, young hero, for your divine medical skills. I am deeply grateful! A small feast has been prepared at my residence so that I may do my part as a host."

Xie Xiaoyi hadn't been intimate with Fu Yaoqin for two days because of their sword fight, and now he couldn't hold back any longer, waving his hands repeatedly:

"You're too kind, City Lord. It was nothing. I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave now."

Upon hearing this, Bai Letian did not force anyone and immediately gave the order:

"White Blade, see Xie off..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xie Xiaoyi's black-clad figure had already swept across the eaves and left the city lord's mansion in a few leaps, showing no mercy whatsoever.

Bai Letian gazed in the direction he had disappeared, and shook his head helplessly:

"What could be so urgent that you're in such a hurry?"

Xie Xiaoyi, riding on "Swallow Turning Clouds," did not return to the inn, but instead turned a corner and headed straight for Ya Yin Fang.

As soon as they arrived at the entrance of Ya Yin Fang, the maidservant standing guard came forward with a smile in her eyes:

"Young Master Xie, my master has been waiting for you for a long time."

Huh?

Fu Yaoqin seems to have known I was coming?

Xie Xiaoyi raised an eyebrow and followed the maid inside.

After passing through the winding corridors, he saw Fu Yaoqin leaning against the railing waiting for him in the pavilion in the backyard of Ya Yin Fang.

She had changed into a pink ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), shedding the girlish charm of her green shirt and gaining a touch of gentleness.

On the table were two sets of bowls and chopsticks, several dishes of delicate side dishes, and a jar of warm plum blossom wine.

Seeing him enter, Fu Yaoqin rose to greet him, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her skirt, her voice soft yet not cloying:

"You're here!"

Xie Xiaoyi sat down casually, picked up the wine pot, poured himself a cup, and drank it down in one gulp:

"I heard Master Fu has prepared some fine wine, so I've come to freeload a meal."

Fu Yaoqin blushed slightly at his words, sat down next to him, and picked up a crystal shrimp dumpling for him:

"I saw everything that happened on the martial arts stage clearly. Your move 'Laughing at the Mortal World' was truly powerful."

"Impressive?" Xie Xiaoyi put down his wine glass, suddenly leaned closer, and his gaze fell on her reddened earlobe.

"No matter how skilled she is, she can't compare to Master Fu's soft and charming allure that night."

Upon hearing this, Fu Yaoqin's face instantly turned bright red. She glared at him reproachfully and reached out to punch him.

"You lecherous scoundrel, you don't say nice things the moment we meet!"

Xie Xiaoyi smiled slightly, took her small pink fist in his hand, and gently rubbed her soft hand.

"I've been resting and preparing my sword these past two days, and it was my fault for not coming to see you."

"I know you're busy practicing your sword, I'm not blaming you... What are you doing! Behave yourself, my maid will see."

"Ah! Spring teases the tender, jade-like body, its skin as smooth and warm as a purple grape."

"You lecherous scoundrel, you can even make up such seductive things about a woman's breasts!"

"...Yaoqin?"

"What now?"

"In a little while, shall we...?"

"You're so unserious! You just finished a sword fight, aren't you tired?"

"I could be even more tired."

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