Wandering Sword Seller's Life in the Qin Dynasty

"It seems that you have not only publicly severed ties with Wei Zhuang and Han Fei, but also that something has happened that I am unaware of."

His eyes narrowed slightly.

Zi Nu felt a little uncomfortable under Xu Qing's gaze.

……

Xu Qing did not stay overnight at Zilanxuan.

After all, he had just spent a lot of money to book a long-term room.

Instead of staying in a luxury inn, they came to Zilan Pavilion; that's just plain crazy.

Is it really possible to get a good night's sleep in Zilanxuan, which is so noisy at night?

After having a conversation with Zi Nu, he left the place.

He arrived at dusk.

It was now past midnight, and the meeting with the old friend had taken quite a while.

Without carrying any lamps, he strolled towards the inn.

The night wind swept past behind me, bringing an unusual chill.

Xu Qing frowned slightly, but did not stop walking.

The wind behind them grew increasingly rapid, following them like a shadow.

As they turned into a dark, secluded alley, Xu Qing suddenly stopped, turned around, and struck out with his palm!

The palm strike was as powerful as a raging torrent, tearing through the silent night.

Caught off guard, the shadowy figure lurking in the night turned pale with fright, its body swaying rapidly, leaving only a fleeting afterimage.

"Bang!" The afterimage was instantly torn apart by the palm strike.

The shadowy figure quickly looked up, but Xu Qing was nowhere to be seen in the alley.

"Was it you who was spying outside the Purple Orchid Pavilion earlier?" A cold voice rang out from behind the shadowy figure without warning.

The figure in the black feathered robe was startled. Two black bird feather talismans silently appeared between his fingers and shot behind him without him having time to turn around.

"Swoosh!" The bird feather missed its target and embedded itself in the stone wall.

Taking this opportunity, he suddenly turned around.

They wanted to deal with the people behind them.

But they saw nothing.

Where is he/she?

The shadowy figure felt a chill run down his spine.

Just then, a sharp pain suddenly exploded from the back of my neck. It turned out that as I turned around, my opponent had also moved and was behind me again.

He understood this, and couldn't help but let out a muffled groan. Then, a dissatisfied voice rang out, "Tsk, wasn't it supposed to knock you unconscious with a hit to the back of the neck? Why didn't you fall?"

Upon hearing the sound, the shadowy figure gathered its inner strength, preparing to counterattack.

But an invisible force struck, like a whirlpool, pulling at his body and making it difficult for him to move.

Immediately afterwards, another heavy blow landed on the back of his neck.

Darkness completely swallowed consciousness.

This time, he finally fainted.

In the dimly lit alley, Xu Qing scrutinized the figure slumped on the ground. The figure wore a black feather robe, had a pale face, and strange eyeliner at the corners of its eyes.

This is someone I know well.

Black Raven!

Because of the Ghost Soldier case, he secretly followed Han Fei as he left Zilan Pavilion, wanting to give Han Fei a warning, but was blocked by Zi Nu. At that time, Xu Qing happened to bump into him, so he swung his sword and struck him.

Unexpectedly, several months later, when he returned to Zilan Pavilion.

This person is still keeping watch outside Zilan Pavilion.

If he were only staring at Zilan Pavilion, that would be fine.

He chose to follow Xu Qing.

This made Xu Qing very unhappy.

He was always the one who stalked others, and the one being stalked, and it was always a man.

This is intolerable.

Such perverts must be dealt with decisively.

So after two consecutive punches, Mo Ya fell into a deep sleep.

"Speaking of which, you should have seen my face, right?"

Xu Qing stared at the unconscious Mo Ya.

A sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

Kill Mo Ya directly?

That's a pretty good idea.

However, besides this method, he had a new idea.

Although the Yin-Yang School's techniques are fraught with danger, some of them are quite interesting.

During this journey, he attempted some spiritual practice.

With his already considerable skill, plus the experience bonus from his old friend Chu Nan Gong, entering the ranks was not a difficult task for him.

Today, we can use this black crow to verify the results of our cultivation.

Chapter 120 Street farce, Nongyu's whereabouts

The morning sun pierced the sky and shone on Xinzheng City, dispelling the last rays of night.

However, this dissipation was only a brief respite.

As dusk settles, the shadow known as "night" will still quietly envelop the city.

As dawn broke, the hustle and bustle of the city gradually rose.

Today, however, the streets and alleys had an unusual feel to them. A group of people gathered around, pointing and talking amongst themselves.

"This is indecent! What kind of behavior is this!" someone shouted angrily, spitting as they rebuked.

"Perhaps he got drunk and died here last night?" someone speculated, their tone tinged with schadenfreude.

"Tsk, the skin is really fair and clean..." Some people's eyes lingered on the naked body, commenting on it.

Some women even stared at the other person with unbridled eyes, glanced at a certain spot, and finally curled their lips, revealing a disdainful expression.

He seemed quite dissatisfied with the person lying on the ground.

The commotion here was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples to spread.

The organization known as Nightfall is not entirely hidden even in broad daylight.

Its claws lurk in the shadows of the city, silently watching every rustle of grass.

"That is..." A detective in the shadows saw the face of the person lying in the middle of the street and his expression changed drastically.

He recognized the other person and then hurriedly went to inform another official.

After a while, the crowd, still not satisfied, pointed and whispered even louder.

In an instant, a white shadow flashed by like lightning, so fast it was dazzling.

Everyone felt a blur before their eyes.

Upon closer inspection, the body that had been condemned as "immoral" had vanished without a trace from the cold stone-paved street, leaving only an empty ground and a chorus of astonished discussions.

……

"who am I?"

"where am I?"

"What happened now?"

A chaotic fog filled the man's consciousness, as if a piece of his memory had been forcibly ripped out, leaving only a glaring blank. He felt that he had lost something extremely important, but no matter what he did, he couldn't remember what it was.

Until the biting cold pierced my skin like needles, a familiar voice pierced through the mist, calling urgently in my ear.

"Black Crow! Black Crow!"

"Wake up!"

Mo Ya? Who is Mo Ya?

Oh, so I am Mo Ya.

Consciousness is like a drowning person struggling to the surface of the water, suddenly waking up.

He sat up abruptly, the icy water trickling down his bare skin, sending a chill down his spine. It was this basin of bone-chilling water that forcibly pulled him back to reality from his daze.

However, an even greater predicament suddenly seized him—he was completely naked!

"Where are my clothes?!" Mo Ya roared, his eyes blazing with fury as he glared at Bai Feng, who was holding an empty basin beside him.

This bucket of cold water was poured on Bai Feng.

Facing Mo Ya's murderous gaze, Bai Feng quickly distanced herself: "Your missing clothes have nothing to do with me! If I hadn't intervened in time, you'd still be on the street, being admired and played with by passersby!"

He quickly recounted what he had seen on the street, and finally, his gaze swept over Mo Ya's smooth body, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, "Speaking of which... your skin is really dazzlingly white."

Bai Feng's gaze was like a tangible needle, piercing Mo Ya's anger even more fiercely, but what followed was a humiliation far deeper than anger, like an ice spike.

If what Bai Feng said is true, he was in such a wretched state, being watched, commented on, and ridiculed in front of everyone!

"What exactly happened?" Bai Feng's jokes vanished, and his expression turned serious.

He knew Mo Ya's strength all too well; he was no easy opponent. To strip Mo Ya naked and leave him in the marketplace was an astonishing feat.