Publishedat 12th of August 2019 11:00:03 PMChapter 12
012 Gentle as Jade
âWho dares to stop the carriage of my Linghu Generalâs Manor? Do you disdain your life for being too long? Scram!â Linghu Shui Yue lowered her voice, saying in a deep voice .
Under the faint moonlight, two masked men in black chuckled coldly, their shadow lengthened on the ground, making the night instantly become strange and dangerous .
One of the people in black asked in a hoa.r.s.e voice: âIs the on in the carriage Linghu young master, Linghu Huo Ri?â
âWhat about it?â
âIt is rumored in the pugilistic world, Linghu young master has an ancient Wu Ming Fan, with the eight characters âModest gentleman, gentle as jadeâ . It is a legit famous artist Xiao Junâs penmans.h.i.+p . Can us two brothers borrow the fan for a look?â
âNot borrowing! AâSan, letâs go, ignore them!â Linghu Shui Yue did indeed have a fan in her hand but she didnât know if this fan was called âWu Ming Fanâ .
Was this fan really some kind of treasure?
A voice that only Linghu Shui Yue can hear said: âThis fan of my brotherâs has a mechanism! Just pull the trigger and it will become a small bow . â
âEn . â
Wasnât it only a paper fan? Though it was constructed very intricately . Snapping it open, a faint scent wafted into her nose, on it, there were indeed the eight characters: âModest gentleman, gentle as jade . â
Taking a closer look, she discovered the secret behind it!
Under the moonlight, blocking the carriage to borrow a fan, doesnât that mean they knew in advance that the one in the carriage was Linghu young master? Was it as simple as borrowing a fan? Sheâs afraid if this isnât robbery then there was a much more intricate purpose .
Linghu Shui Yue used the handle of the fan to lift away the curtains of the carriage . At first glance, under the moonlight, the two masked men in black cut off in front of the carriage, the coachman AâSan fearfully pulled the carriage to a stop .
Hearing Linghu young master tell him to continue driving the carriage, he whipped the horseâs b.u.t.tocks, continued on the road .
It was at this moment, two men in black suddenly drew up from the ground, instantly flying towards Linghu Shui Yue, five-clawed golden dragon stretched out, together to grab at the fan in Linghu Shui Yueâs hand .
Linghu Shui Yue twin hands lightly clapped her hands once, two of Linghu familyâs soldiers rushed out of the darkness with sword in hand, intercepting the two men in black .
Linghu Shui Yue only brought along two family soldiers because she didnât expect there to be people to try to steal the ancient fan in her hands halfway . This was Linghu Huo Riâs personal object . She definitely cannot let it be âborrowedâ by others .
The people in Linghu Generalâs Manor, even if they were only minor family soldiers, their martial arts were very good . But facing these two men in black, they expended a great effort in the fight, seemingly not a match for these two .
Just as they were locked in a struggle, suddenly, another man in black from the left sneak attacked Linghu Shui Yue who was lifting the curtain of the carriage looking om .
Linghu Shui Yue was just about to trigger the mechanism on the fan, taken by surprise, a white shadow snuck up on her from the right, accompanied by a voice coldly saying: âWhere do you thief come from? Who dares to attack Linghu young master? Die!â
The sword flashed! A white shadow flashed by like lightning!
Linghu Shui Yue never imagined that this white shadow was ninth lord You w.a.n.g . It was even more unexpected that his skill was so swift! So fast that it pa.s.sed in a blink of an eye! The mechanism in her hand hasnât even been triggered!
The sound has yet to arrive yet the body already has as if a phantom . She suddenly felt something tighten around her waist and she was being firmly wrapped in an arm, suddenly lifted away from the carriage .
âWhat are you holding this young master for? This young master doesnât need ninth lord to poke your nose in otherâs business!â Linghu Shui Yue was instantly held leaping into the air, a gleaming sword appeared in ninth lordâs hand, like a lightning bolt .
âDonât want to die, scram!â Ninth lordâs voice sounded in the moonlit night .
âAh! Itâs G.o.d of war, You w.a.n.g!â the men in black fled very fast as if being scared off by ninth lordâs name .