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"Who did you give her to?" Xiang Shaolong's chest felt like it was hit by a heavy punch. His face turned pale as he asked bitterly.
"I'm sorry, I can't tell you, Shaolong …" Tao Fang was shocked. He probably did not expect such a heroic person like Xiang Shaolong to be so sentimental. He sighed.
"Don't say anymore. You shouldn't give her to anyone before proving that I'm really dead." Before Tao Fang could finish, Xiang Shaolong's face turned angry and shouted.
"Shaolong, go rest in the other house and let me think of a way for you. Master will personally meet you tomorrow. This is the greatest honor of our house's warriors. Don't miss this opportunity." Tao Fang was very shrewd. Even if he was reprimanded by Xiang Shaolong, his face did not show the slightest change. He still said calmly.
He then waved his hand and called a few female servants to serve Xiang Shaolong. He then got up and left the courtyard.
Xiang Shaolong, who was inexplicably irritated, did not notice. He listlessly dealt with the beautiful female servants that he usually had to spend time teasing. He sat in the courtyard in a daze.
Not long after, he was called back by the sound of quarreling.
"Mister Yan, Xiang Shaolong is my guest. It's not good for you to do this." It was Tao Fang's voice.
When Xiang Shaolong heard Tao Fang mention the name of the person, his heart shook and he could not help but become nervous.
"Tao Fang, this is our Mo family's matter. Are you sure you want to interfere?" Yan Ping said slowly.
Tao Fang frowned, his face showing a difficult expression.
Although he is now because of the Wu family. In the city, he can be considered a number one person. Normal people will give him some face when facing him. But it also depends on what the matter is. Obviously, this kind of internal matter is not something a small merchant servant like him can interfere with.
"Hmph." Seeing that Tao Fang was silent, Yan Ping snorted coldly and pushed Tao Fang to the side. Then, he led the four or five disciples behind him and strode into the courtyard without any trace of politeness.
Seeing this, Tao Fang sighed softly and hurriedly followed.
Just like this, they walked around. The group of people entered the courtyard and saw the absent-minded Xiang Shaolong.
"Master, that's him." At this moment, a barefooted disciple behind Yan Ping who was holding a bronze sword said aloud.
It was the man who had been monitoring the city gate.
"You are Xiang Shaolong?" Yan Ping narrowed his eyes and looked sharply at Xiang Shaolong, who was trying his best to remain calm.
"That's right, that's me." Xiang Shaolong said calmly, "May I know who you are?"
"This is Mr. Juzi Yan Ping of Handan's Mozhe Inn." Tao Fang hurriedly introduced.
"Oh. Nice to meet you, Mister Yan. "Xiang Shaolong stood up and cupped his fists, speaking very politely.
"Ma San." Yan Ping suddenly shouted.
"Disciple is here." The barefoot man in linen robes replied.
"Test Xiang Yingxiong's skills," Yan Ping ordered.
"Yes." Ma San replied, drawing his sword and walking to Xiang Shaolong's side.
"Wait." Just when Ma San was about to invite Xiang Shaolong to a duel, Tao Fang finally stopped his silence. He raised his hand and shouted.
"Hmm?" Yan Ping frowned and looked at Tao Fang.
"Mister Yan, you only said that you wanted to ask Mister Xiang a few questions, but you didn't say that you wanted to fight. This is a bit too much." Tao Fang said with a serious face.
Tao Fang may be a little fat. But when his face darkened, there was a sense of authority coming from his body.
"I've long heard that Mister Xiang's martial arts are strong. You once fought against the Horse Gang alone, buying time for the Wu Family warriors to escape. Ma San is not talented, but I think that my swordsmanship is not bad. I wonder if Mister Xiang would do me the honor of sparring with me to prove that the rumors are true? " Without waiting for Yan Ping to speak, Ma San had already cupped his fists towards Xiang Shaolong and invited him.
His tone and words were not only willing to accept the duel, but also intended to provoke Xiang Shaolong into a situation where he had no choice but to choose.
Obviously, even if Yan Ping's disciple wasn't good at martial arts, he must have sharp eyes and ears, and definitely not an ordinary person.
As a result, Tao Fang had no choice but to swallow his following words back into his stomach.
During the Warring States Period, in order to strengthen the people, the laws of the various countries basically forbade private duels. Therefore, duels of swordsmanship were common, and even death was a common thing. Even though this kind of duel could be rejected, but the negative reputation it would bring was not something that ordinary people wanted. Therefore, in most cases, the person being challenged would not reject, even if he knew that he was not a match for the other party …
Looking at the situation in front of him, Xiang Shaolong knew that he had no choice. He secretly gritted his teeth and nodded in agreement.
"Okay."
Then he drew his ink-black wooden sword and walked to the center of the courtyard. Ma San sneered and also walked to the opposite side of Xiang Shaolong with his bronze sword. The others tactfully retreated to the two sides, making enough space for the two to fight.
"Shaolong, change to another sword." Looking at the wooden sword in Xiang Shaolong's hand, Tao Fang couldn't help but frown.
"Rest assured, Mister Tao, this wooden sword was specially made by me, it is not afraid of weapons." Xiang Shaolong said lightly. Then Xiang Shaolong lowered his eyes, the wooden sword lightly touching the ground, like an old monk meditating.
"Ma San, be careful." Looking at Xiang Shaolong's performance, Yan Ping's eyes flashed slightly, he turned his head and said to Ma San who was opposite Xiang Shaolong.
"Understood, master." Ma San replied.
But even though he said that, in his heart, he still somewhat underestimated Xiang Shaolong's performance. Then, Ma San's eyes lit up, emitting a cold light, his body like a black shadow rushed in front of Xiang Shaolong, directly stabbing at Xiang Shaolong's ribs, accurate and ruthless.
As the sword light approached, Xiang Shaolong silently took a step back, the sword tip left the ground and directly hit the front of Ma San's sword light where it was weak.
"Clang."
In a split second, a crisp sound rang out, the sword light in Ma San's hand immediately rippled.
Seeing that his attack had missed, Ma San's expression slightly changed. He didn't dare to hesitate, he immediately turned his wrist and shook out the sword light to protect the middle part of his body, avoiding Xiang Shaolong's possible pursuit. Then he retracted his sword and started again, attacking Xiang Shaolong again.
Xiang Shaolong's wooden sword slightly pressed down, as if he wanted to attack. Immediately, Ma San's movement was frightened, the sword light was deflected a little. Xiang Shaolong's eyes lit up, the wooden sword in his hand immediately changed two moves to attack Ma San. Ma San didn't dare to be negligent, he also changed two moves to meet Xiang Shaolong's attack.
"Block block."
Two crisp sounds immediately reverberated in the courtyard.
Then Xiang Shaolong's wooden sword circled, pulling Ma San's sword out of the middle part of his body. With a collapse, Ma San's arm shook, as if he couldn't hold the sword. Xiang Shaolong himself suddenly approached Ma San like a galloping horse, using his shoulder to hit Ma San's chest.
"Bang!"
In severe pain, Ma San's body uncontrollably flew backwards.
"Thank you for letting me win." Xiang Shaolong didn't follow up with another attack, he stood in the same place holding the wooden sword upside down, and said while holding his fist.
"Good!" As soon as his voice fell, earth-shattering cheers sounded in his ears.
"Clap clap clap clap …" Then a burst of crisp applause changed everyone's cheers, resounding in the courtyard.
The one clapping was Yan Ping.
"As expected, Xiang Yingxiong's martial arts are good. However, the sword techniques Xiang Yingxiong is using seem to be my Mo Gate's sword techniques." Yan Zhaoge calmly said. He then lowered his gaze and looked at the wooden sword in Xiang Shaolong's hand. He continued, "If my guess is correct, you should have obtained the inheritance of my Mohist Sect's traitor, Yuan Zong. I just don't know if he passed the Juzi Token to you. "
After that, Yan Mu's sharp eyes stared straight at Xiang Shaolong, not letting go of any expression on his face.
"What Juzi Order?" Hearing Yuan Zong's name, Xiang Shaolong felt a pain in his chest and pretended to be confused.
"… Although I do believe that Master Yuan would not hand over the Juzi Token to an outsider, I believe that the Juzi Token will not be given to an outsider. But someone told me that the Juzi Token is with you, Xiang Yingxiong. That person's words shouldn't be wrong, so I have no choice but to treat it with caution. " After quietly looking at Xiang Shaolong for a while, Yan Liqiang was unable to see anything strange from Xiang Shaolong's face.
"So Xiang Yingxiong, please allow us to search your lower body to prove your innocence."
As soon as he finished speaking, the disciples behind him slowly moved to Xiang Shaolong's side and surrounded him.
Xiang Shaolong's heart skipped a beat and white sweat appeared on his back.
He had no choice, who asked the Juzi Token to be with him at this time. One must know that ever since he entered the city, he had not rested and did not even have an official residence. How could he casually hide the Juzi Token that Yuan Zong gave him? So he definitely could not allow Yan Ping's people to search his body.
"Xiang Yingxiong." Tao Fang did not want to become enemies with the bunch of lunatics because of Xiang Shaolong. At the same time, he did not want to lose a talent like Xiang Shaolong. Seeing this, he could not help but look at Xiang Shaolong, hinting with his eyes that he should quickly agree.
"Indeed, it is better to rely on yourself than on others." Seeing Tao Fang's expression, a sense of sadness rose from the bottom of Xiang Shaolong's heart, causing him to involuntarily recall the world of the twenty-first century with perfect laws.
Then, Xiang Shaolong's eyes steadied and he said loudly, "Thank you Master Tao for your hospitality. Forgive Shaolong for being busy and cannot stay any longer. If fate wills it, we can meet again."
With that, without waiting for Tao Fang's response, he immediately rushed to the empty space created by Yan Ping's disciple and quickly rushed out of the side courtyard.
"Where do you think you're going!" Knowing that the Juzi Token was with Xiang Shaolong, Yan Ping would not let him go. He immediately roared and transformed into a black dragon, rushing behind Xiang Shaolong and slashing down with his sword.
"Puff!"
A stream of scarlet blood splattered into the sky, flashing magnificently under the sunlight.
Xiang Shaolong, who had been stabbed in the back, gritted his teeth and endured the incessant pain coming from his back. He forced his life force to rush out of the side courtyard.
But Xiang Shaolong, who had yet to learn the internal breathing technique of the School of Mohism, was no match for Yan Ping who had cultivated internal Qi for many years. Not long after, he was blocked by the agile Yan Ping on the streets, adding a few more deep wounds to his body.
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