Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

alley.

There was also a girl who suddenly rushed out to break up the fight.

If it weren't for the almost destroyed ground and the traces left behind that looked like they had been ravaged by monsters, the scene might have been even more comical. But for such a slender girl to dare to step over the low wall without hesitation and enter the territory where these two monsters were fighting undoubtedly required a great deal of courage.

Evelyn hadn't fully changed out of her stage costume, and running up and down the second floor was a huge test of her stamina. She finally reached the two men, already panting heavily before she could even say anything. But she still tried her best to wave her hands, attempting to use body language to persuade them to stop fighting.

"You...you...were brothers before?" Evelyn pleaded desperately.

“Once.” Zhu Kuilong slung the Fish Intestine Sword over his shoulder and stared coldly at Zhang Renfeng.

……

"call out----!!"

The sound of a sharp weapon cutting through the air came out of nowhere, and a spear fell from a great height, like a rainbow piercing the sun, and pierced into the earth and rocks.

The white waxwood spear shaft swayed incessantly. This spear, mixed among the props on the stage, was one of the few real weapons. Its spearhead was firmly embedded in the soil and rocks, more than several feet deep, which was enough to show how decisive and skillful the thrower was.

"No matter where you go, you're always so passionate. Look at this young girl, she'd risk her life for you."

"This little girl is a performer... Let me guess... Could it be that she also lost a relative, but for various reasons couldn't hold a funeral, and you kindly helped her with that?"

……

In a sense, although it wasn't exactly what she imagined, it was entirely accurate.

Qiu Yun changed into a loose-fitting black-blue coat. For some reason, her braided hair was undone, and she used a jade hairpin to let her long, cascading hair fall down her back.

As Qiu Yun passed by Xiao Mei, she looked at her curiously, seemingly wondering how old the little girl was. After staring at her for a few seconds, Qiu Yun reached out and pinched her chubby cheeks before leaping down through the gap.

Her dark blue outer robe, like a haori, fluttered in the air, highlighting how light her movements were.

With a light touch of her toes, she landed silently on the ground.

"...??!"

This time, Zhang Renfeng was truly dumbfounded. He seemed to have been put on pause. He stammered, wanting to speak several times, but his thoughts and words became fragmented in front of the woman's beautiful and aloof face.

"You...Yun...you're still alive?! I thought you were all..."

"It's been a long time." Qiu Yun sighed softly. It felt as if a lifetime had passed between her and the man before her. "Husband."

……

"Huh, is that so?!" Xiaomei gasped, feeling for the first time that her brain wasn't working properly, and exclaimed, "Wonderful! Are they in that kind of relationship?"

Although the languages ​​are different, their demeanor, expressions, and body language are universal. The way these two stood there gave off the feeling of "a preordained karmic entanglement," making it impossible not to overthink it.

Xiao Mei vaguely remembered that Zhang Renfeng had indeed mentioned on the way to the Gray Wolf Mountains that he had three wives back in his hometown... Evelyn called her "Madam Qiu," and the girl who sold herself to bury her father, as described in his account, seemed to match up.

A couple, separated by oceans, reunite – such a sensational story, and you can see it for just $7, it's a pretty good deal.

……

"I thought you all..." Zhang Renfeng seemed to suddenly remember something, his expression changed, and he asked repeatedly, "Where is my father? And Chunlan, they ran away with you too, right?"

Qiu Yun looked sad and shook her head, extinguishing the spark of hope that had just risen in his heart.

It's already a miracle that they managed to escape the encirclement and survive.

How can we expect miracles to happen again and again?

"After that, a lot of trouble happened, and there were refugees everywhere. Before entering Cangcheng, I was separated from them by the crowd of refugees."

"At that time, we were still a few miles from Cangcheng. I couldn't tell which way was which, so I just wandered aimlessly among the crowds, not knowing where I was going. It was a time when bandits were rampant, and the place where I was staying was quickly swept away by mountain bandits... They first stole food, and when the food ran out, they stole people and turned them into food..."

"It was Boss Zhu who saved me."

"?!" Zhang Renfeng was so shocked by this turn of events that his expression changed drastically, and he looked at him with surprise.

Zhu Kuilong remained expressionless, simply hanging up the cloud carpet and making the Fish Intestine Sword in his hand disappear again.

"Your Excellency killed the Governor of Liangjiang and exterminated his entire family, which enraged the court. According to the laws of the Qing Dynasty, this is a crime that is close to treason. After you disappeared, the court designated you as an unpardonable criminal and offered a reward of 1.07 million taels of silver."

"With such a figure looming ahead, Boss Zhu dared not trust anyone in the court, and could only secretly search for the remaining members of the Zhang family. But one person's efforts are ultimately limited, and in the end, he only found me..."

Having revealed the past in one go, she seemed a little tired. She rubbed her forehead, sighed, and her brows furrowed slightly.

"The once glorious Zhang family is now overgrown with weeds and in ruins. The house was burned down, so it's clean enough."

"My lord, it's all over."

----

It's all over.

However, without Zhu Kuilong's protection, this small spark left behind by the Zhang family would probably not have escaped death.

Killed, starved to death, trampled to death... In this cannibalistic world, there are too many ways to die. If you really end up in that situation, being able to die cleanly and neatly might actually be a good thing.

One million seven hundred thousand taels of silver.

One hundred! Seventy thousand taels of silver!

Here, for $7000, so many people are willing to die.

To risk a bounty of 1.07 million taels of silver to save his family, one can imagine the immense risk he was taking.

“Senior Brother…” Zhang Renfeng’s nose felt slightly sore.

“If you still acknowledge me as your senior brother, then follow the sect rules.” Zhu Kuilong turned around, avoiding his eyes, and simply said, “Pick a day, pick a place.”

“I’ll fight you with ‘Hua Le Ba Zi’.”

Chapter 212: The Past Finally Caught Up with You (Part 69)

"Snatch the young master?!" Xiao Mei was so shocked that she almost jumped up.

Fortunately, it was raining heavily at the moment, and there weren't many pedestrians on the road. The girl's screams were completely drowned out by the sound of raindrops hitting the stone pavement.

"I was wondering why. Normally, someone with a $7000 bounty in two states would be keeping a low profile. Why is it that you don't show even a hint of that? So this is the crux of the problem."

Theon was still not fully recovered from the pain of being acupunctured. He kept rubbing his abdomen with his left hand and couldn't help but complain, "107 million taels of silver, is that the amount? I would never dream of such an amount. No wonder, compared to this sum and the $7000 wanted poster, it's like children playing house."

Zhang Renfeng was both amused and exasperated. Sitting on his horse, he finally sighed.

To his surprise, across the vast ocean, his past eventually caught up with him.

"What did he mean by that last thing he said... 'scratching... splashing...'?"

“Hua Le Ba Zi,” Zhang Renfeng corrected. “Simply put, it’s a duel, a kind of ‘civil duel.’ Both the martial arts world and the martial arts community have this rule: when there is an irreconcilable conflict, this is the way to determine the winner. It’s a one-on-one duel, without involving anything else. The winner takes all, and the loser has to accept it.”

“Isn’t that just a cowboy duel?” Theon shook his head with a smile. “A single shot decides the winner, who wins honor or freedom… Haha, it seems that the culture of dueling is pretty much the same all over the world.”

"Can we use guns?" Xiaomei's eyes darted around, and a mischievous glint appeared in her eyes. "If it's not written in the rules, there's nothing wrong with using guns... Ah!"

Zhang Renfeng bent his finger and tapped her forehead lightly.

"Don't be ridiculous," he said softly. "The fighting is done bare-handed, no guns, no cheating. It's been the rule for decades, how can it be broken by me?!"

"But... if he wins..." Xiaomei covered her head and muttered somewhat aggrievedly, "Mr. Hongzhong, you'll have to go back, won't you? With a bounty of over a million taels of silver on your back, what good can come of it if you go back to your hometown?"

"Can't you just not fight back? There's no law against it, you just have to fight him, right?" Theon asked from another angle. "Let's leave tonight and go back to White Torch Town to hide. That's our territory. Have Ego arrange a secluded place for you to stay for a few months."

"Your senior brother couldn't find you, so he naturally gave up."

Xiaomei also thought this was a good idea. After thinking about it carefully, she realized it made sense. Why insist on going to the stage that someone else had prepared for you? Just ignore them! Anyway, they were just here for a tour, and they would naturally go back to their country after the show.

She turned her head and looked at him expectantly.

……

"Ugh……"

She had never seen Zhang Renfeng sigh so many times in a single day.

Even the strongest fists can't break everything.

"All my skills were given to me by my sect... I can't do that kind of thing..." He bit his lip and forced a smile. "Besides, it's not necessarily a matter of losing."

"You were clearly beaten to the point of vomiting blood!" Xiaomei suddenly became agitated. "Don't try to deny it, I saw it all clearly from up there!"

……

Zhang Renfeng felt a chill run down his spine as he clutched his chest, where Zhu Kuilong had struck him with his palm. The pain had largely subsided, but he could still feel the internal force of the blow, which had still injured him.

“Silk-reeling force,” he murmured. “He used silk-reeling force to break through my Qi-hardening technique.”

"Is it the one with the 'top'?" Theon asked curiously. "It can defend against cold weapons like swords, but it can be broken by a slap... How interesting."

“Mr. Theon?” Little Mei glared at him, annoyed. “This is so boring! What time is it?”

“I just want to understand the mechanics here,” Theon retorted. “Since we have to fight anyway, the more we know, the higher our chances of winning will be.”

"Alright, you two, let's take things one step at a time." Zhang Renfeng temporarily stopped their discussion, because he knew very well that they wouldn't be able to come to a conclusion through discussion.

There's no point in trying to outsmart your senior brother in a duel. If you're going to fight, you have to win fair and square!

"Let's forget about him for now. Anyway, we won't run into him again anytime soon."

----

clinic.

"Polygonum hydropiper, yarrow, and burdock root," Zhu Kuilong named the three medicinal herbs. "Give me six portions of each."

"Are you... going to make your own supplements?" Kieran sized up the person in front of him, secretly marveling at how good the English of the foreigners who had come recently seemed. "May I ask what they're for?"

“I have a theater troupe that came here to perform. They are all foreigners like me, and some of them are suffering from acclimatization problems, vomiting and having diarrhea. It’s even a problem for them to perform on stage,” Zhu Kuilong explained. “I’ll get some medicine to help them recover.”

"Oh, is that so! Then I recommend adding a little Lobelia chinensis," Kieran said with a smile. "It clears heat and detoxifies, making it even more effective."

Zhu Kuilong nodded.

Gene went inside to prepare the medicinal herbs—usually, people buy whole bottles, but if the herbs are in bulk, you can mix them yourself if you know the dosage, saving a little money. These days, apart from Native Americans, very few people do this anymore.

……

A girl sat on a stool in the corner, her hands nervously clasped together, looking at him with a curious gaze.

On her forehead was a gruesome scar, recently stitched up, still oozing fine beads of blood. It was hard to imagine how such a large wound could have been stitched up while she was conscious. What had this young girl gone through to end up in such a state?

"..."

After a moment of eye contact, Zhu Kuilong suddenly flicked his wrist, producing a piece of candy, which he tossed to the girl from a distance.

"Wow, that's amazing!" The girl took the candy, a surprised yet genuine smile on her face. "Thank you, sir."

For a magician, the incredible look of surprise on the faces of the audience when they see something amazing is the best reward.

Zhu Kuilong, who also deeply loves ancient-style decorations, feels the same way.

But he noticed that the girl didn't eat the candy; instead, she carefully put it in her pocket.

"Why are you staring at me?" He smiled briefly, but quickly withdrew the smile, as if his face didn't support it.

"Why do you have such a long braid behind your head..." the girl asked curiously.

Zhu Kuilong explained, "Men in our country all have to wear a braid like this."

“But the gentleman who saved me this afternoon didn’t have a braid.” The girl shook her head and said bluntly, “His clothes were also different from yours, sir.”

……

Saint Quintac is so big, it's easy to guess who she was talking about.

Zhu Kuilong turned around and glanced at the door panel—although it had been washed with water several times, an experienced hand like him could immediately spot the bloodstains. It was still quite new; the incident must have happened just a few hours ago.

"What exactly happened?" he asked in a deep voice. "Could you tell me in detail?"

Chapter 213: The Episode with the Lowest Pressure (Part 70)

"And then? Then he slammed that thug called Meerkat against the door! Bang bang bang bang! He slammed him all over the place, and good heavens, he was bleeding from his head... It was so satisfying, no, it was terrifying! But to be honest, it was really quite satisfying. I can't even imagine what would have happened to Trist if she had fallen into their hands."

Trist is a lovely name, giving the impression of a small bird, which suits a girl's bright and lively eyes quite well.

After her wound was stitched up, Trist stayed in the clinic, chatting casually with Kieran, and has been waiting ever since.

The medicine had already been packaged, but Kieran kept rambling on about what had happened that afternoon—for a clinic doctor who had followed the rules his whole life, the impact of this event was so great that every detail left a deep impression.

“That gentleman, like you, has yellow skin, just without a braid… Oh, right, he looks a bit younger. He will also pay for the girl's medical expenses, $200, he gave it to her without batting an eye. Before this, we were complete strangers, I didn’t even know his name.”

Kieran couldn't help but sigh, "I've been in this line of work for over ten years, and I thought I'd seen all kinds of people, but I've never met anyone like him before."