Song Qingshu could not help but be shocked. Even though he had only met her twice, he could tell that she was a graceful, gentle, and graceful young lady from a wealthy family. But now, she did not look like her usual gentle and quiet self.
Now, she was cold and handsome. She exuded a dangerous and dark presence, which was far different from her usual image.
"You know her?" Noticing Song Qingshu's reaction, Huang Rong could not help but ask.
"To a certain extent, I know her. She is the young lady of the Xue family," Song Qingshu explained with a bitter smile.
"I remember now. Last time, when you were promoted to King of Qi, her father brought her along." Huang Rong cried out in surprise and looked carefully. "Her temperament is completely different. It's as if she has become a different person. If you did not say it, I would not have recognized her."
"The imperial department is investigating the young lady of the Shen family …" Song Qingshu remembered that last time Xue Yi's men blocked the road, the yellow-clothed woman came to pass the decree of the palace and let them into the palace. He originally thought that he was the only one to enter the palace. He did not expect that Xue Baochai would also come with him.
"Should we save her?" Huang Rong could not help but ask. Even though Zhao Gou had set Guo Jing up, she still saw herself as a Song citizen. Besides, she had a good impression of Xue Baochai. When she thought about how Yunzhong He had a bad reputation and how he would not survive if he fell into his hands, she could not help but want to help.
Song Qingshu shook his head. "There is no need for us. Someone will naturally do it."
Huang Rong was puzzled. Suddenly, a white-robed swordsman descended from the sky. With her eyesight, she could not even see him clearly. He rushed towards the white carriage like a bolt of lightning.
The Class One Hall elites guarding the outermost area did not even have time to react. A bloody line instantly appeared on their necks, and they all fell to the ground.
With the obstruction from outside, the four villains finally reacted. They raised their weapons and went up. A cold light flashed. Ye Erniang's willow leaf blades were stabbed into the tree beside her. Yue Laosan's Crocodile Beak Scissors were stuck in the ground and trembled. The top of Yunzhong He's iron claw staff was cut off, and only a bare staff was left.
One by one, the three of them were wounded. Yunzhong He's injury was the most serious. Because his weapon had been cut off, there was a deep wound between his chest and right arm. If he hadn't rushed to the carriage, he would have been cut in half.
Duan Yanqing shouted loudly. His cultivation was, after all, far higher than the other three fiends. Using the Solitary Solar Finger, he struck the tip of his opponent's sword with his Wrought Steel Staff.
Duan Yanqing grinned maliciously. While his right hand was blocking the opponent's sword, his other hand used the Solitary Yang Finger to poke Duan Yanqing's body. This was a time-tested move that had killed countless heroes of the Jianghu.
The white-clothed swordsman snorted coldly. With a flick of his wrist, the Shuriken in his hand spun rapidly. Duan Yanqing only felt that the web between his thumb and forefinger was shaken, and he could no longer hold on to the Damascus Iron Staff in his hand. Feeling the bone-chilling Sword Qi, he could no longer care about his image and rolled down the carriage. When he regained his balance, he found that the web between his thumb and forefinger had split open and was dripping with blood. He could not help but be shocked.
However, he remembered that there was something more important. He didn't have time to tend to his wound and nervously looked in the direction of the carriage.
At this moment, the white-clothed swordsman had already stopped. The tip of his sword was pointed at the woman in the carriage. The reason why he had stopped was because the other party was holding Xue Baochai's neck and standing in front of him. If the white-clothed swordsman's sword were to advance another half an inch, Xue Baochai would most likely die.
"This person's sword technique is so sharp!" In the distance, Huang Rong was shocked. She could be considered a well-known figure in Jianghu and had seen countless masters, but the only ones with such a high level of swordsmanship were probably the sheep-raising girl and Song Qingshu, whom she had seen at the Golden Snake Convention.
"It's not just fierce. To a certain extent, it can be said to be unparalleled in the world." Song Qingshu exclaimed in admiration. The sword techniques of the experts in the Jianghu were either light, cunning, or bold. However, this person's sword technique was completely meant for killing. No one else could compare to him in this aspect.
"Who on earth is this person?" Huang Rong was even more shocked. With Song Qingshu's martial arts skills, there were very few people in the world who could receive such praise from him. How could he be a Nameless person?
Song Qingshu chuckled and said, "Have you forgotten what happened in the carriage last time?"
Huang Rong's face turned red when she recalled the scene in the carriage. She said angrily, "Why are you talking about that now?"
Song Qingshu was stunned. Seeing her rolling her eyes and blushing cheeks, he understood that she had misunderstood. He couldn't help but smile and said, "I'm talking about someone who stopped our carriage on the street and wanted to have a sword match with me."
"Ah!" Huang Rong exclaimed. She wished there was a hole in the ground to hide in. She hurriedly used words to divert her embarrassment. "So it's Xue Yi's man."
At this moment, there was also movement from the Xixia carriage.
"As expected of someone who crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Your sword technique does indeed contain matchless killing intent." The girl's delicate voice rose from the carriage again. She did not seem to be nervous at all.
A hint of surprise appeared on Xue Yi's face, which was as cold as ice. "You know me?"
The girl chuckled softly. "The imperial city department is in charge of gathering information from within and outside the country. Class One Hall is also in charge of something similar. How can we not pay attention to a powerful person who killed a Jurchen army of one thousand by himself?"
In the distance, Song Qingshu nodded. 'As expected of someone from Xixia's Class One Hall. I just don't know whether she's the person I guessed.'
"Someone from Class One Hall?" Huang Rong frowned. In truth, Beggar's Sect and Class One Hall of Xixia had plenty of dealings with each other before, but as the Jurchens rose to power and the Mongolians invaded the south, Xixia was no longer connected to Southern Song. The hatred between the two sides gradually faded away.
Xue Yi's gaze fell on the girl's hand on his sister's neck. He estimated in his heart whether he could subdue her before she hurt his sister. Unfortunately, the result was not optimistic.
"In recent years, our Great Song has never had any dealings with Xixia. Why did you come to Lin 'an to stir up trouble?" Xue Yi had no choice but to calm her down and wait for an opportunity.
"It was your imperial city department who stirred up trouble first. We were just enjoying ourselves here, but you suddenly sent people to surround us. Who is stirring up trouble?" The girl snorted softly.
"The Class One Hall of Xixia has sent out all their experts. You said you wanted to go sightseeing in Lin 'an. Do you think we are three-year-old children?" Xue Yi sneered.
"Yes, we did come to Lin 'an for something. Although our two countries did not have much contact in the past few years, we were no longer connected to each other. Now that Mongolia has returned Sichuan to you, and at the same time, they have also returned some of the land that they had occupied in the past to Xixia. From now on, our two countries will be connected to each other," the girl said with a smile.
"So what?" Xue Yi said in a deep voice.
"So what?" The girl's voice suddenly turned cold. "Our Great Xia Kingdom and your Song Dynasty have been at war for almost a hundred years. You have forgotten, but our Great Xia Kingdom has not! That year, your Song Dynasty's Western Army was closing in step by step. Seeing that our Xia Dynasty was about to perish, fortunately, the Jurchens suddenly rose up and attacked Bianjing. Only then did we have a chance to recuperate and get a breather. The lesson from the past is still fresh in our minds. Now that you have regained Sichuan, how can we not be cautious? "
"So, you are really here to cause trouble?" Xue Yi spun the sword in his hand as if he was going to attack at any time.
The girl's hand that was strangling Xue Baochai's neck tightened instantly. She used her body to block almost all the attack routes of the other party. "We are not here to cause trouble. We just came to investigate the information of those officials in Sichuan. Unfortunately, we got the worst result. The one in charge of the military power in Sichuan is the descendant of the Wu Family of the Western Army."
In the distance, Huang Rong suddenly said softly, "Something is wrong!"
Song Qingshu was stunned. "What is wrong?"
Huang Rong frowned. "There is no need for the girl from Class One Hall to reveal so much information to the people of the Imperial Department. No matter how I look at it, something is wrong. Could it be that they are stalling for time?"
Song Qingshu nodded and agreed with Huang Rong's judgment. However, he could not understand why they were stalling for time. After all, this was Southern Song's home ground. Reinforcements could arrive at any moment. The longer this dragged on, the more advantageous it would be for Southern Song.
"So, you kidnapped the candidate for the crown princess?" Xue Yi snorted coldly.
The girl in the carriage chuckled. "I told you so much because I wanted to tell you that we are here to investigate. Right now, the officials in Sichuan have already been confirmed and will take office. There is no meaning for us to stay here. We are about to leave. What reason do we have to kidnap the young lady of the Shen Family?"
"We will talk about whether you kidnapped her or not when we return to the Imperial Department." Xue Yi waved his hand, and the secret agents of the Imperial Department took a step forward and surrounded the remaining people from Western Xia.
"The Imperial Department is still so domineering. Are you not afraid that I will be nervous and lose control of my actions? Are you not afraid that I will let your pitiful little sister die?" The girl in the carriage was still smiling as if she was not worried about the situation in front of her.
Xue Baochai snorted coldly. "The moment I joined the Imperial Department, I am already prepared to sacrifice myself. Big Brother, you don't have to worry about me. Capture all these people."
Xue Yi nodded and looked at the girl in the carriage with a sharp gaze. "Let her go, and I will consider letting you leave safely."
The girl in the carriage clearly did not believe him. "We are all adults. What is the point of coaxing a three-year-old?"
Xue Yi said calmly, "You have no choice. Even if you don't let her go, none of you will be able to leave. If you let her go, there is still a chance. So, you can only choose to believe me."
"Is that so? I think there is another choice." There was an inexplicable meaning in the girl's voice.
Xue Yi's heart froze. "What choice?"
"Can't I just kill all of you?" The girl giggled.
Xue Yi seemed to have heard a big joke. He was so angry that he laughed. "If Baochai was not in your hands, I would have killed all of you with my sword."
The girl in the carriage smiled tenderly. "That's right. In terms of martial arts, we are indeed not as good as you. However, it is not necessary to use martial arts to kill people in this world."
"What do you mean?" Xue Yi had a bad feeling.
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