[Quick Wear] Daily Cleansing of Trash

Chapter 293 Sir, it’s time to take medicine 11

Luo Yu Niang had already learned that someone from the Zhang family in the capital had come, and also discovered that they were investigating the affairs of the Jihuo Society, so she wrote a note with her left hand, writing that there might be people from the Jihuo Society in the neighboring Tianmen County.

After thinking about it, she also wrote about the secret poison in the hands of the Jihuo Society, and then threw it into Zhang Lan's yard at night.

The next day, she saw a middle-aged man in a Confucian robe leading five strong men in strong suits, riding fast out of the city.

Luo Yu Niang didn't look at him any further and turned away.

She planned to go to the pier to take a look.

In recent days, she always felt that Qi Yun was weird. When he was at home, he was either in a daze or sneaked a peek at her from time to time.

More importantly, he would carry a basket and go out to sell cakes every day. No matter how much he sold, he would be gone all day and would not come back until dark.

So, today she planned to go over and see what was going on.

At this time, Qi Yun was packing up his tools.

The vendor next door asked him, "Are you going out of town again today?"

Qi Yun nodded and replied in a low voice: "There are still a few cakes left. Let's go outside the city and see if we can sell them."

After saying that, he picked up his shoulder pole and walked out of the city.

Luo Yu Niang saw him walk to the city gate, put down the basket and start setting up a stall.

In a short while, all the remaining cakes were sold out.

He picked up the shoulder pole and did not return to the city. Instead, he turned around and walked outside when no one was paying attention.

Luo Yu Niang followed all the way and saw Qi Yun come to a remote place, hide the tools for selling cakes, and then use his lightness skills to fly into the woods outside the city.

Oh my god, what is this for?

Luo Yu Niang followed curiously and saw Qi Yun come under a tree and start digging the soil. After a while, a long object appeared in his hand.

Luo Yuniang squinted and saw a long black sword.

Qi Yun took the knife and walked to an empty place where no one was around, then raised the knife and started to move.

He lightly tapped his left foot, and the sharp sword energy stirred up dust, like a golden snake dancing wildly, with astonishing power as he swung it.

However, when he landed, his right foot was unstable and Qi Yun almost fell down.

Qi Yun stopped and stood there for a while with the knife in hand. Then he slowly bent down and squatted, holding his head and crying silently.

Tears fell drop by drop on the black knife, splashing slightly.

If he had always been a waste, he would have listened to his eldest brother and been an ordinary citizen, but now that he saw the hope of revenge, he naturally had to pick up his martial arts again and practice hard.

However, now he can't even use a complete set of Changhong swordsmanship, so how can he take revenge?

Luo Yu Niang sighed and walked up to him.

Qi Yun heard the familiar footsteps, slowly looked up, and met Luo Yuniang's concerned eyes.

She took out a handkerchief from her bosom and handed it to him: "Wipe it?"

Qi Yun sniffed, silently took it, wiped his tears, and then hid it in his arms.

Luo Yu Niang was speechless. She reached out to pull him up, but Qi Yun pulled her into his arms instead.

Luo Yu Niang: ???

Taking advantage of me?

Without waiting for her to struggle, Qi Yun hugged her and whispered, "Let me hold you for a while..."

Luo Yu Niang felt the wetness on her neck, sighed inwardly, and hugged Qi Yun back.

Two people who have secrets from each other are surprisingly harmonious at this moment.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Luo Yuniang crossed her arms and raised her chin to Qi Yun, who was sitting opposite her: "Leniency to those who confess, severity to those who resist!"

Qi Yun hesitated for a while, then quietly told his story briefly.

Luo Yuniang summed it up as follows: there was a young man full of high spirits. One day, he found that his sect had been slaughtered, his master and fellow disciples died in front of him, and his martial arts were crippled. In the end, his eldest senior brother risked his life to save him, and then the eldest senior brother died himself.

"So," Luo Yuniang was curious, "is Qi Yun your real name?"

According to the conventional plot of the novel, Qi Yun will definitely hide his identity.

As expected, Qi Yun answered honestly: "Qi Yun is the pseudonym I used when I was out in the martial arts world. My real name is Gu Yifeng."

Luo Yu Niang nodded and continued to ask: "Who slaughtered your Changhong Sect?"

Qi Yun shook his head: "I don't know, I just remember that one of them had a black mole between his eyebrows near the bridge of his nose."

How many people have moles in this area? How can I find them?

"what about others?"

Qi Yun thought for a moment and said, "Their weapons are a little special. They are red long swords."

red?

Luo Yu Niang asked him to dip the brush in water and paint on the table.

The memory of the family's annihilation was too deep, and Qi Yun drew a strange-looking sword in a few strokes.

Luo Yu Niang looked at the hilt of the sword and it looked more and more familiar.

She stood up and looked at it from a different angle, and found that the sword guard looked like two flames leaning against each other.

Huh? Flames?

"Hiss~" Luo Yuniang looked at Qi Yun, who was confused, "I think I know who your enemy is!"

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"Mr. Miao, is what was written on the note true? Are there really people from the Jihuo Society in Tianmen County?" Zhang Lan lowered his voice and asked Miao Wenbi excitedly.

Miao Wenbi nodded, frowning.

He led his men to Tianmen County, and after investigation, he found the spies planted by the Jihuo Society in the Xi family, and followed the clues to catch a big fish in Yunzhou Prefecture.

Thinking of the things he had found out, Miao Wenbi decided to personally escort the person back to the capital secretly.

Without further ado, Miao Wenbi contacted the Zhang family's connections in Yunzhou Prefecture, left two people with Zhang Lan, packed up his bags and set off.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they left the territory of Yunzhou Prefecture, Miao Wenbi and his group were ambushed.

Miao Wenbi also went out to learn from a master, but his talent was average, so he came back after studying for a few years.

Facing the strange people before him, Miao Wenbi held his sword in front of his chest and asked loudly, "What do you want, heroes?"

A burly man with his chest exposed spat on the ground and shouted, "You bastards, you captured our brothers and sisters, and you still have the nerve to say such nonsense? Today, I will let you see how powerful we are!"

After saying that, he rushed over.

Miao Wenbi cursed inwardly, quickly took out a flare from his arms and fired it, then retreated behind the guards.

He knows his own limitations and doesn't cause trouble for others.

The two groups fought each other, and each showed their magical powers.

Miao Wenbi's subordinates are all good players hired by the Zhang family, and they follow a very orthodox approach.

However, those who came to intercept the Jihuo Society were not polite people. They used poisons and hidden weapons and all kinds of strange tricks.

The master was beaten to death by random punches. Miao Wenbi and others waited for reinforcements for a long time but gradually lost the battle.

A short man with a small mustache, who looked as if he was only three inches tall, seized the opportunity and broke through the encirclement with a strange-looking oval weapon. Relying on his agility, he actually rushed to the cage that was escorting the guardians of Jihuo Society and others.

Seeing this, Miao Wenbi rushed forward to stop it, but was hit on the left shoulder by the strange weapon and fell to the ground immediately.

The dwarf laughed and was about to smash the cage open.

"Whoosh!"

A small stone flew over and pierced the wrist of his weapon-holding hand.

Before the dwarf could cry out in pain, a sharp flash of a knife appeared, and a bloody mark appeared on the dwarf's neck.