Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Nan Lan collapsed to the ground, seeing Tian Guinong, who had just been threatening her with his sword, now lying face down in the mud, unable to even get up.

She looked at Qin Han on the carriage shaft, then looked down at her disheveled clothes and reached out to straighten them.

(He heard everything that was said.)

Abandoning her husband and daughter, she followed Tian Guinong out and almost fell into the hands of those disciples... Nan Lan clutched her clothes tightly, unable to even open her mouth to ask for help.

Before Tian Guinong could catch his breath, Qin Han reached out and pulled him up from under the broken tree!

"The leader of the Heavenly Dragon Sect? What kind of nobody is that? I've never even heard of him."

Tian Guinong knew perfectly well that he had met a master, so how could he dare to utter even a single complaint?

Just as he was begging for mercy, Qin Han sent his true energy into Tian Guinong's palm. Tian Guinong's eyes bulged, the internal energy accumulated in his dantian dissipated, and his meridians were damaged one after another. He instinctively tried to take a breath, but a tearing pain came from his chest and abdomen.

Qin Han released his grip and shoved him into the nearby pit.

The mud rolled down, and Tian Guinong lay at the bottom of the pit, trying to push himself up several times, only to fall back down again.

Nan Lan stared for a moment, then stood up, supporting herself on her knees.

A long sword lay nearby. She walked over, but her fingers trembled so much when she touched the hilt that she could barely hold it. Since she didn't know martial arts, she had to change her grip twice before she could hold the sword firmly. She dragged the sword toward the edge of the pit.

Qin Han raised an eyebrow, guessing what the woman was up to.

Hearing footsteps, Tian Guinong raised his blood-stained face. Before he could even see who it was, Nan Lan had already used all her strength to stab him with her sword!

"ah!!"

A scream of pain came from the pit.

The sword pierced down, but it failed to take Tian Guinong's life immediately. Nan Lan's hand was too weak, and the sword hilt slipped from her grasp, causing her to kneel down by the pit.

Xiaolongnu nimbly helped her up, and Shuisheng, dragging her injured body, followed. Just as she reached out her hand, Nanlan picked up the long knife that had fallen to the side.

The disciple who had just rushed over died there, the hilt of his sword only a few steps away from her.

Nan Lan broke free from the support, crawled over on her knees, and grabbed the knife handle with both hands!

This time, Tian Guinong saw clearly who was holding the knife.

"Lan'er...for the sake of our past relationship...please...please me..."

Nan Lan recalled the sweet words that had once made her disregard her husband and daughter, but now, coming from this bleeding mouth, she couldn't bear to listen to them anymore!

Hand up and down!

Nan Lan held the knife and waited for a moment until the person in the pit stopped moving.

She turned her hand and brought the long knife horizontally to her neck, intending to end her life!

The blade failed to touch the skin.

A gentle force supported his wrist, and the long sword flew out of his hand!

"Don't you have a daughter? Now that you're dead, what will happen to her?"

The one who spoke was Qin Han. It wasn't that he was simply lusting after the young woman; the main reason was that this woman held the secret of the treasure of the rebel king. Although the golden hairpin was the 'key,' there might be some other hidden tricks involved. Saving her life was also for the sake of the treasure.

Nan Lan looked up, staring blankly at Qin Han, ignoring even how he knew about Ruolan.

"Ruolan..."

The name went through my mind. Yes, I have a three-year-old daughter.

When she left home, the child was already clinging to her legs and calling her "Mom," his little hands gripping her skirt tightly and refusing to let go. She had to pry his fingers open before she could walk out.

She was in a hurry to leave and didn't even dare to look back.

Nan Lan looked down at the trampled hem of her skirt, tears streaming down her face. She tried to stand up, but her knees wouldn't give way, so she could only hold onto the grass beside her.

The crying finally stopped after a long while.

Nan Lan straightened her upper body, kowtowed to Qin Han, and then raised her head after a moment.

"Thank you so much, my benefactor... I must live, I must find Ruolan..."

Nan Lan tried to get up again, supporting herself on her knees, but after taking only two steps, her legs gave way again. Fortunately, Xiao Long Nu reached out and supported her arm, preventing her from falling down again.

"Madam, please get up."

Shui Sheng walked to the other side, took Nan Lan's drooping arm, and slowed her pace.

Thinking back to yesterday when I was lying on my father's body, I didn't even have the strength to get up. Now, looking at Nan Lan, I feel a sense of shared misfortune.

"Madam, you're in such poor health that you can barely walk. Why don't you come with us on your journey?"

Nan Lan followed her hand and looked toward the carriage, then glanced cautiously at Qin Han.

The person on the carriage shaft had already picked up the reins and showed no intention of driving her away.

"Thank you so much, my two benefactors... Please allow me to catch my breath, and then I will go to find my daughter. I won't keep you in this way any longer."

The carriage was originally covered with a mattress for Shui Sheng to recuperate, but now another person has sat in it, and Nan Lan only occupies a corner near the door.

Little Dragon Girl pulled the blanket closer to her.

Shui Sheng sat back down by the window, holding the cup of lukewarm water that was no longer hot. She waited until the wheels started turning again before handing the cup to Nan Lan.

"Don't call me your benefactor. I was saved by Sister Long and Brother Ye. They are the truly good people."

Nan Lan accepted the water cup, feeling very grateful to Xiao Longnv.

"Miss Long, I... I..."

A smile appeared on Xiaolongnu's cool and aloof face.

"No need to thank me. We are men of the martial world; when we see injustice, we will naturally lend a helping hand."

The carriage drove out of the forest dirt road and back onto the main road.

Qin Han felt uneasy, flicked the reins, and the carriage started moving again.

(This girl has even learned the phrase "to draw one's sword to help those in need"; Mo Chou probably taught her that.)

Shui Sheng's abdominal wound had not yet healed, so she changed her position after sitting for a while.

Nan Lan, being observant, noticed the movement beside her and quickly moved closer to the door. Xiao Longnv reached out and blocked her, preventing the weakened Nan Lan from pressing against the bumpy car door.

Nan Lan lowered her head and hugged the cup in her hand tightly.

Neither of the two women questioned her, nor did they mention the unpleasant things said in the woods earlier; they were truly very considerate girls.

Nan Lan couldn't help but raise her hand and lift the carriage curtain slightly.

Qin Han sat outside, his riding crop resting on his lap, pulling the reins to avoid the ruts on the roadside, leaving her with only his back view.

The corner of the curtain loosened and fell back to its original position.

Qin Han listened to the commotion inside the carriage from outside and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Come to think of it, it seems like I haven't gone all in on luck in a long time, and I don't feel full at all with the dragon pattern.

Could it be that all of this has been added to her luck in finding a romantic partner?

Now there's an ethereal fairy, an orphan girl who just lost her father, and now there's a married woman who married the wrong person...

(I, Qin, am truly not Cao Cao.)

He sighed inwardly, switched the whip to the other hand, and looked up at the end of the official road.

This is already part of the Qing Dynasty's territory.

The outline of a city was already appearing in the distance, and the number of carriages and horses on the road gradually increased. People rushing into the city passed by on both sides, and the carriages slowed down accordingly.

As they approached the city gate, a large crowd gathered at the notice wall, crowding half of the intersection.

Qin Han took the reins and headed towards the entrance to the city.

As I passed by, I heard people talking about it.

"Have you heard? Miao Renfeng, the Golden-Faced Buddha, ranked twenty-seventh on the list of chivalrous heroes, is dead!"

A man who had just squeezed out of the crowd patted his companion's arm, but before he could finish speaking, someone by the wall took over.

"Hey, there's also Hu Yidao, the Divine Blade of the North, who's number twenty-six! The two fought in Cangzhou, and it's said they both died from poisoning—two of them are dead!"

People crowded around to look at the notice; some stood on tiptoe, while others refused to believe it and repeatedly asked where the news came from.

Both of them were on the list of chivalrous heroes, separated by only one place. When people in the martial arts world talked about one of them, they would often mention the other. Who would have thought that their deaths would even happen at the same time?!

Inside the carriage, Nan Lan, who had been holding onto the window, burst into tears upon hearing Miao Renfeng's name.