Wandering Sword Seller's Life in the Qin Dynasty

But one thing is certain: he cares about the other person a lot.

At this moment, kneeling before Xu Qing was humiliating, but Xiang Jun could accept it. The only thing she could not accept was that Xiang Furen would be hurt.

"Sect Leader!" Xiang Jun suddenly looked up, his voice filled with undisguised urgency and pleading. Even as the pressure around him grew heavier, he still forced himself to speak, "Madam has a hidden illness and is unaware of your succession as Sect Leader. Please forgive her this once!"

Based on Xu Qing's previous words, Xiang Jun understood perfectly well the source of Xu Qing's dissatisfaction.

His words were choked with emotion; his previous arrogance and nobility had vanished, creating a stark contrast.

Yan Fei stood aside, looking at Xiang Jun's appearance, a strange look appearing on her lips.

She hadn't expected Xiangjun to have such an expression towards Xiangfuren.

Unfortunately, Xiangjun made a mistake.

That was because Xu Qing, the new leader of the Yin-Yang School, was dissatisfied with them, and that dissatisfaction didn't begin at this moment.

It's likely that Xu Qing was already somewhat dissatisfied when Xiangjun and Xiangfuren didn't attend the first meeting he convened.

Ignorance is no excuse.

Sure enough, before Xiang Jun could finish speaking, Xu Qing slowly raised his hand, his tone still calm but carrying an undeniable force, directly interrupting him: "Shut up! You stay here and kneel obediently. You are not allowed to get up without my permission, and you are not allowed to say another word."

The moment the words fell, an invisible force suddenly enveloped Xiang Jun, instantly sealing all of his cultivation, making it impossible for him to mobilize even the slightest bit of strength.

Xiangjun felt her whole body go limp. Her body, which had been barely able to support her, collapsed completely to the ground. Her legs felt like they were filled with lead, and she couldn't move. Even speaking became difficult. She could only watch Xu Qing helplessly, her eyes filled with anxiety and resentment, but she was powerless to do anything.

Xu Qing glanced at Xiang Jun, who was lying on the ground, her face full of anxiety, but his eyes remained completely calm, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him.

He turned to look at Yan Fei beside him, his tone still calm, but with a clear instruction: "You don't need to follow him. Stay here and guard him. I want to meet with Lady Xiang alone."

Although Yanfei had doubts and wanted to know Xu Qing's purpose in meeting with Madam Xiang alone, she did not dare to ask too many questions and immediately cupped her hands and replied, "Yes, Master."

She knew that since Xu Qing said that, he didn't want anyone to disturb him. She only needed to follow orders and protect Xiang Jun.

Chapter 342 I am not very talented, but I am willing to help you relieve your loneliness!

We continued deeper into Xiaoxiang Valley.

The bamboo forest was actually some distance from where Lady Xiang lived; otherwise, Lady Xiang would not have lingered near the bamboo forest.

He is a very conflicted person.

While worrying about Lady Xiang, he also felt guilty and was unwilling to appear in front of her.

However, considering the plot of "The Emperor's Descent," Xu Qing was not moved by the love story of these two.

Xiangjun and Xiangfuren were not kind people.

The numerous skeletons buried in Xiaoxiang Valley reveal their violent nature; anyone who dared to trespass into the valley was ultimately killed by them.

In the Yin-Yang School, those who can rise to high positions are naturally not considered good people.

However, Xu Qing still couldn't stand such blatant disregard for human life.

Of course, there is also the possibility that those who broke into Xiaoxiang Valley were not good people, and that the people killed by Xiangjun and Xiangfuren were not good people.

Therefore, Xu Qing needs to confirm this.

After meeting Xiangjun, he decided to try a different approach when he went to see Xiangfuren.

Sometimes, after a while of playing high-stakes games, it can be quite fun to do some role-playing.

With this in mind.

Xu Qing immediately adjusted his breathing.

If he was unfathomable before, now he is the kind of naive person who can be seen through at a glance. Apart from being a little handsome and having fair skin, he has nothing to offer and looks like someone who is completely powerless.

After walking for a while, a wooden house came into Xu Qing's view.

The wooden house isn't particularly large; it's all built from sturdy old wood. The wooden beams have a rustic and vigorous texture, and the roof is covered with layers of dark brown wooden tiles. A few strands of dark green vines climb along the edges, swaying gently in the wind. It blends in with the surrounding bamboo forest that blocks out the sun, exuding a sense of secluded tranquility.

Two pots of unidentified orchids were placed in front of the wooden house. Their petals were pure white and their fragrance was faint and distant, which complemented the cool and serene atmosphere of the valley. It was hard to tell that a master of Yin-Yang philosophy with an unpredictable temperament lived here.

Xu Qing perfectly portrayed the image of a frail scholar, walking forward with unsteady steps. He deliberately raised his voice, gently patting the wooden door of the cabin while repeatedly calling out, "Is anyone there? Is anyone there?"

His tone was somewhat flustered and anxious, and his voice was loud enough for the people inside the wooden house to hear clearly, as if he was afraid no one would notice him.

His deliberate actions were indeed effective. In just a short while, a series of light footsteps could be heard from inside the wooden house. Then, the two wooden doors were slowly pushed open, and a refreshing fragrance of orchids mixed with the warm scent of wood wafted out. A woman slowly appeared in front of Xu Qing.

She wore a wide-sleeved silk dress with a gradient of smoky purple and pinkish white. The hem of the dress was embroidered with fine water ripples and teardrop-shaped bamboo patterns, interspersed with subtle water-related runes from the Yin-Yang School. As she moved slightly, the patterns rippled outwards like the Xiang River, making her figure appear slender and graceful.

Her long, dark brown hair was half-up and half-down, held up only by a silver hairpin inlaid with amethyst. The rest of her hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, with a few strands falling on her neck and cheeks, damp with a faint mist, swaying gently in the wind, adding a touch of tenderness and charm, while also hiding a trace of lingering melancholy.

Her brows and eyes exuded a sense of solitude and aloofness, like the tranquil beauty of the Xiangjiang River. Her brows were like distant smoke shrouding her eyebrows, and her eyes were like a still pool of water. Her pupils were a deep, unfathomable black, yet they always shimmered with a hazy, watery light. She appeared gentle and affectionate, but there was a subtle, undetectable chill hidden in her eyes.

Without a doubt, she was a very beautiful woman.

Or rather, the Yin-Yang School's character modeling always shows a preference for women.

They each have their own unique characteristics; none of them are ugly.

Even though the hands of the Great Master of Fate look extremely ferocious, her figure and appearance are still excellent.

"No outsiders have come to Xiaoxiang Valley for a long time. May I ask where you come from, sir?" The woman, also known as Lady Xiang, shifted her gaze to Xu Qing. Her words were gentle, giving people a sense of fragility.

Faced with Lady Xiang's question, Xu Qing was quite rude. "Today I had nothing to do, so I went for a walk in the mountains, but I accidentally got lost. By chance, I came to this valley. In the valley, I found traces of human habitation, so I followed these traces all the way here."

"I never expected that the owner of this place would be such a stunningly beautiful woman. She is truly a beauty who lives in seclusion in a remote valley."

As he spoke, Xu Qing looked Xiang Furen up and down with an "obsessed" gaze, as if he were attracted by Xiang Furen's beauty.

Madam Xiang felt Xu Qing's gaze, but she was not angry at his abruptness. On the contrary, her voice remained gentle and she acted very friendly. "Since we have met, it must be fate. Why don't you come in and rest for a while and have some tea, sir?"

"In that case, I'm sorry to bother you, young lady!" Xu Qing raised his hand and gave a perfunctory bow to Madam Xiang.

Upon hearing this, Madam Xiang smiled faintly, "Not at all, I only hope that you won't find my place too simple, sir."

As she spoke, she turned around, swaying her waist and revealing her graceful figure. Xu Qing couldn't help but glance at her.

Although Madam Xiang had her back to Xu Qing, she could still feel his intensely burning gaze. A strange smile appeared on her lips, and she then led Xu Qing into the inner hall.

As soon as you step into the inner hall, a richer fragrance of orchids mixed with the warm scent of wood wafts over you, quite different from the tranquility outside. The interior is simply yet elegantly furnished with wooden tables and chairs. On the table in the center of the hall, there is a black wooden plaque, and a stick of incense is burning in the corner, its smoke curling upwards, adding a touch of serenity and solemnity.

Xu Qing feigned curiosity and looked around. When her gaze swept over the wooden tablet on the table in the center of the main hall, she suddenly stopped, her face showing a look of surprise and slight recklessness. She pointed at the black wooden tablet and asked bluntly, "Miss, is the tablet on this table for your sister, who has already passed away?"

This is actually quite obvious, because the inscription on this memorial tablet clearly reads "The Tablet of My Sister, Nüying".

Upon hearing Xu Qing's words, Madam Xiang's smile vanished instantly, replaced by an indescribable sense of loneliness and sadness.

She slowly walked to the table, stretched out her slender, white fingers, and gently brushed the edge of the memorial tablet. Her movements were as gentle as if she were touching a fragile treasure. There was a hint of melancholy in her eyes, and her voice was a little lower. "Yes, this is the memorial tablet of my younger sister, Nüying. My name is Ehuang."

Upon hearing this, Xu Qing continued to feign surprise, "Ehuang and Nüying?"

"The names of the girl and my younger sister are quite unique, as they are exactly the same as the names of the two wives of Emperor Shun in ancient times."

His tone changed again, "May I ask how your sister passed away?"

There was no need for Ehuang to bring up the topic; Xu Qing would ask on his own initiative.

Ehuang did not expect Xu Qing to get straight to the point so quickly. Over the years, she had lived alone in Xiaoxiang Valley. She knew that Xiangjun was in the dark, but because he refused to show himself back then, she deliberately lured men who entered Xiaoxiang Valley to make Xiangjun jealous and make him take action.

Only in this way could she meet Xiangjun again.

Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long, and Xiangjun left again soon after.

In the process of seducing men, she would naturally mention her "tragic" experiences and her sister's situation.

Today, Xu Qing unexpectedly came here. Although he seemed a bit frivolous, Madam Xiang didn't mind playing around with him. She originally planned to spend some time together before bringing up those matters, but unexpectedly, he took the initiative to ask.

But it's okay, everything is under control.

So, Lady Xiang began to mention the "past".

The story told by Lady Xiang was similar to the story mentioned in "The Emperor's Son Descends," which Xu Qing was familiar with. The only difference was that the listeners were different, so Lady Xiang used different words and tones.

"So, you two sisters were fighting over a man, which led to one of you dying, and then the man you loved left you out of guilt for the deceased?"

After Lady Xiang, or rather, Ehuang, finished telling the story, Xu Qing was not moved by their love story. On the contrary, his attention seemed to be elsewhere, and he was more concerned with things like jealousy and rivalry.

Upon hearing this, Ehuang was slightly taken aback, but still answered frankly, "Yes."

"Although Shunjun chose to leave me, I do not resent him. I can understand him and know that he has always been secretly protecting me. It's just that he can't face me because of his guilt towards his sister."

As Ehuang spoke, she slowly turned around, her gaze falling on Xu Qing. Her eyes held a hint of pleading, and her tone became more urgent: "Since you are lost in this valley, perhaps by chance you will meet Shunjun. If you can see him, please tell him for me that I miss him very much."

Xu Qing showed no sign of being flattered by the beauty's request; instead, he replied dismissively, "Definitely, definitely!"

"If I meet him, I will help the girl and say a word for her."

After a pause, Xu Qing added, "No, I shouldn't call you 'Miss,' I should call you 'Madam.'"

Ehuang did not object to Xu Qing's change of address, but simply said to Xu Qing in a gentle tone, "Thank you, Mr. Xie!"

Xu Qing's expression remained unchanged, and he said again, "However, I still have a question."

"Since you two sisters liked that guy named Shunjun so much, why didn't you marry each other back then?"

“In ancient times, feudal lords married nine women, and officials had one wife and two concubines. It was not unacceptable for sisters to serve one person together.”

This is not the era of monogamy that will come in the future.

“Perhaps what you said is right, but for us at that time, everything could be shared except love. If I had known that my sister would die because of this, I would not have chosen to fight with her back then…” As she said this, Ehuang looked like she was about to cry, and if you looked closely, you could see crystal tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

'Good acting! '

Xu Qing watched as Ehuang's expression changed in the blink of an eye, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

If he hadn't known who the other person was, he almost would have believed it.

Moreover, there were some things that were actually concealed in the story that Ehuang had told earlier.

Ehuang did not mention her identity as a member of the Yin-Yang School, perhaps because Xu Qing was disguised as a weak scholar rather than the young swordsman who escaped into Xiaoxiang Valley in the original story.

His seemingly weak and helpless appearance made Ehuang deliberately act like a frail woman when she was pretending in front of him.

In the story that Xu Qing knew, there was another reason why the sisters Ehuang and Nüying were jealous of each other: Shunjun cultivated with them, and the techniques of Huangtian Houtu and Shangshan Ruoshui could be perfectly combined, but they were incompatible with the other person's Bailu Qishuang. Because of this, the relationship between the three of them became somewhat disharmonious, which led to the subsequent tragedy.

"Madam, there's no need to grieve!" Xu Qing thought to himself, and then he and Ehuang put on an acting show. Having lived in the world for so many years, he perfectly picked up where Ehuang left off.

“It’s all in the past now. Since Madam has said that Shunjun has been secretly watching over you, he will surely come to his senses sooner or later.”

"Thank you, Mr. Xie!" Hearing Xu Qing's words of comfort, Ehuang seemed to feel a little better. She raised her delicate hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Just then, another hand reached out to her eye.