At the inn.
An invitation was presented solemnly.
Han Sanhe had been invited by Old Marshal Qiu for a long talk.
Yesterday, Han Sanhe had come with a group of old marshals to plead for the old marshal to release those people. Due to the circumstances, Han Sanhe had lowered his status, allowing Old Marshal Qiu to hold his head high. Even now, he was still reminiscing about it, feeling a little unsatisfied.
Therefore, the old marshal had invited Han Sanhe over to reminisce early in the morning, hoping to rekindle the past and renew their relationship.
"Reminisce? Haha …"
Old Marshal Qiu's chuckle was full of glee, not bothering to hide it.
It was a prelude!
Han Sanhe's brows did not waver, his expression unchanging as he said faintly, "It's been so many years, indeed, it's time to reminisce."
Old Marshal Qiu chuckled and said, "Those people you came to beg me to release yesterday … have they all left the city today?"
Han Sanhe's face twitched subconsciously.
You came to beg me yesterday …
Han Sanhe sat up straight again and said seriously, "This old man has a vulgar word to say to you, shameless old man. I wonder if I should say it?"
Old Marshal Qiu coughed and said, "Since it's a vulgar word, it's better not to say it."
Han Sanhe snorted.
After a while, Old Marshal Qiu scratched his ears and cheeks for a good while before he could not help but ask, "I say, Han Sanhe, you've helped those people so much. Didn't they thank you?"
"…"
Han Sanhe's face was as red as a date, but he remained silent.
"No matter what, they should have given you some gifts, shouldn't they?" The old marshal's thirst for knowledge was strong. "Tell me, how did they thank you specifically? How many gifts did you receive? Old Huo, you're rich this time. Although they've lowered themselves to beg me once, it's still worth it … "
"…"
Han Sanhe stood up and left with a flick of his sleeves.
He didn't even say a word of farewell.
In the face of such a shameless old thing, whose skin could be taken off and used as a shoe pad, and who specialized in exposing people's scars and taking pleasure in doing so, it was really a waste of breath to not speak a single word!
Qiu Jianhan looked at Han Sanhe's receding silhouette and called out loudly, "Old Han, if there's anything you need help with in the future, just let me know. As long as it's within my means, this old man won't refuse or say anything else. Actually, there's nothing we can talk about between us. Don't say anything about begging or not, that's what's really disappointing …"
Han Sanhe's footsteps hastened, as if he could not hear anything and could not hear anything as he hurried away.
The Old Marshal's maniacal laughter could still be heard from behind, his laughter unbridled and overjoyed.
"Old fool! How dare you bully me like this! "
Exiting Marshal Qiu's residence, Han Sanhe's face was already ashen, his heart filled with resentment.
This old bastard said early in the morning that he had something important to discuss with him and tricked him to come here. In the end, he came here to let this old bastard have a good time. After this, he did have a good time, but he was injured, and his internal organs felt like they were burning …
"When we meet on the battlefield in the future, I must capture this old bastard and bring him to his death!"
"You've gone too far!"
"You've gone too far!"
Han Sanhe was truly enraged now, words that should never have come out of his mouth spilling out into the world.
The black-robed young man followed behind him without saying a word, following him closely.
As they turned a corner, the group was suddenly stunned, coming to a halt immediately.
Right in front of them.
A man dressed in white was standing in the middle of the road.
At this moment, everyone felt as if Mount Han's ice and snow were blowing in their faces.
The man in white was wearing plain clothes that were as white as snow. His face was also as white as snow. Other than his hair and eyes which were black, the rest of his body was snow-white, as if he was in mourning.
It would have been fine if it was just the color of the unlucky white, but the man's age was unpredictable.
It was possible to say that he was twenty years old; it was also possible to say that he was thirty; it was also possible to say that he was more than forty; it was also possible to say that he was an old monster that was hundreds of years old!
Not only did the unlucky white look dizzy, there was also a chilling air that was as cold as a snowy mountain.
Seeing that the man's aura had been cut off, the youth in black tensed up and took a step forward, shielding Han Sanhe. The four guards by Han Sanhe's side looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy as well.
Clang, clang, clang …
Without a word, they had already gripped their weapons in their hands, mystical Qi vortexes forming rapidly in the air.
Han Sanhe's heart skipped a beat when he saw this.
He had never been known for his mystical cultivation base, his mystical Qi cultivation base was limited, so he could not tell the depth of the man in white's ability. However, his four guards were mystical Qi cultivators, top-notch experts. Once the man appeared, all four of them moved in unison, ready to fight. It was a clear indication of the man's strength. Furthermore, the fact that the four of them had moved first meant that they were at a disadvantage. It also meant that the four guards had no confidence in dealing with the man in white; they had to channel their qi in advance to ensure their safety.
Who was this man in white? How could he have such an imposing aura?
"Who are you?" The youth in black was alarmed, his hand already caressing the jade bangle on his left wrist.
The man in white said faintly, "Marshal Han, is this how you treat your friends?"
Friends?
Han Sanhe frowned and asked, "May I ask who you are?"
The man in white said, "Marshal Han need not ask too much. I'm here on behalf of someone to protect you during your stay in Yutang."
Han Sanhe asked, "May I ask who asked you to do this?"
The white-clothed man snorted and did not reply. His expression was filled with arrogance.
"May I know your name?" Han Sanhe asked.
The man in white said coldly, "I am Bai Yixue!"
Once the name Bai Yixue was uttered, the youth in black and Han Sanhe's four guards paled at the same time.
White clothes fluttered in the air like snow.
The person in front of him was the rumored assassin of the martial world, Bai Yixue?
It was said that this person had once fought with Jun Moyan, the Unrivaled Swordsman in the world, and had lost to Jun Moyan by a single move. Although he had suffered a severe injury from Jun Moyan's sword that pierced through his chest, he had still managed to retreat in the air, causing Jun Moyan to be unable to chase after him. He had been so elegant and composed that he could be considered a legend in swordsmanship.
Bai Yixue!
The Nine Heavens Blizzard, the Divine Sword White Robe.
He ranked sixth on the Swordsman Chart.
Han Sanhe wanted to ask further.
However, Bai Yixue had already said coldly, "Marshal Han need not ask who asked me to do this. I won't tell you even if you do. You only need to know that if I were here to assassinate you, you would have become a corpse by now. "
"There will be no luck involved."
Bai Yixue was indifferent, as if he was announcing a fact.
Han Sanhe chuckled humorlessly but did not speak further.
What Bai Yixue said was true. If Bai Yixue had attacked secretly and wanted to kill him, the success rate would be extremely high. Even if it was not a hundred percent, it would be ninety-nine percent!
Just by looking at his four guards' expressions as if they were facing a formidable enemy, he knew that Bai Yixue's words were true.
"Not necessarily." The youth in black said coldly, "If you're really here to assassinate, it's still unknown who will die now."
Bai Yixue's crystal-like eyes looked at the youth in black's face as he said faintly, "Perhaps I will die as well, in addition to your hidden strength, but the target I want to kill will definitely die before me. There's no guarantee!"
The youth in black sucked in a deep breath and did not retort.
It was obvious that Bai Yixue was speaking the truth; there was no room for rebuttal. If Bai Yixue were to risk his life to kill someone, there were not many people in this world that he could not kill.
Han Sanhe could not help but smile as he thought about it, "If so, I shall thank Bai … Hero Bai."
Bai Yixue's face twitched as he said, "I dare not. The title of hero … I don't deserve it. Since the beginning of time, those with the title of hero have died a more tragic death. There are only a few who have a good ending … "
"…"
The group was speechless.
How were they supposed to continue the conversation when you spoke like this?
A few words and the conversation would be over.
Regardless, Dongxuan's people were still suspicious of Bai Yixue, the person before them, but they no longer suspected him of having the intention to assassinate the god of war.
Han Sanhe and his entourage had their reservations, but their desire to befriend the man had also grown after the initial fear had dissipated. After all, it would be strange if they did not want to befriend such a superb expert.
Bai Yixue had successfully joined Han Sanhe's team, still looking stern and unsmiling, but the rest of the group was not bothered by it. An expert had always acted independently; this was how a superb expert should be. Moreover, this was the legendary White Blademaster, Bai Yixue. It was to be expected that he would be arrogant and cold.
No matter what, Han Sanhe's confidence had increased for no reason.
Now that Bai Yixue was their bodyguard, whoever dared to provoke him would have to go through him first. It was truly not an easy task to get through!
For the next two days, Bai Yixue followed Han Sanhe, paying his respects here and there, never leaving his side. He truly displayed the role of a superb expert's bodyguard. Although he did not smile, his methods were straightforward, adding a ninety-nine percent sense of security to those who saw him.
However, this Great Swordsman Bai Yixue was not in a good mood during these few days. His expression was even worse, as if everyone he looked at owed him a huge sum of money.
The group only thought that it was beneath his status to be a bodyguard, but they did not think too much about it.
From the afternoon of the second day onwards, Han Sanhe and the youth dressed in black brought their guards to the Thousand Feet Lake.
They went fishing with their fishing rods.
Bai Yixue followed them as if it was only natural.
A night had passed, but they had not caught a single fish. Han Sanhe was not discouraged, going back to rest for a while before going again in the afternoon.
Since Han Sanhe had rested, the guards had to rest as well. Two of them were left to guard the door while the rest went to the room next door to meditate and recover their energy.
"I'm going out to settle some personal matters." Bai Yixue stood up with a cold expression and spoke without thinking. No one knew who he was talking to, but he walked out without waiting for the others to speak.
The long sword that he always carried with him was no longer worn on his waist but gripped in his hand.
"I won't wait any longer!"
"Let's finish this quickly and leave. Once this is done, I'll never come to Tiantang City again in this lifetime. I can't even see that Young Master Yun again! I don't want to die because of him … "
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