"Let's go to the town for a walk." Chu Li said, "I haven't been there for a long time."
"Brother, it's only been a month." Zhao Ying pursed her lips and smiled.
Chu Li jumped onto the boat, "Let's go!"
He would not tell anyone about the Startling Cloud Association. If the news was leaked, the Startling Cloud Association would be in danger.
Zhao Ying did not ask further and jumped onto the boat, "Let's go to the Sky Inn!"
The two boarded the boat and with the help of their inner energy, the boat left quickly. They left the Public House and strolled leisurely to the Sky Inn.
The two came at the right time. There was a table by the window on the lively second floor.
The two sat down and ordered a few dishes. Zhao Ying talked about what happened in the Public House for the past month. She was influenced by Chu Li and was now concerned about these trivial matters.
Chu Li chatted as he sipped on the wine.
The lanterns were lit and under the soft light, Zhao Ying looked even more beautiful. Her face was like white jade and her eyes were full of colors.
Chu Li was not drunk but he was already tipsy.
He picked up the glass and took a sip, staring at Zhao Ying's bright eyes.
Zhao Ying felt that his gaze was getting hotter and hotter. Her cheeks could not help but heat up.
"Be careful!" Her eyes widened and stared behind Chu Li. She pulled out her sword and stabbed.
Chu Li moved his feet and used the Shadow Shift. A sickly thin middle-aged man behind him punched Chu Li's shadow with his right fist.
He was tall and wore a long robe that had been washed to the point of being white. It was so wide that it looked like a bamboo pole was holding up the robe.
His face was long and narrow, his complexion was sallow and his eyes were drowsy as if he had not woken up from a dream. He did not look like he knew martial arts at all. He looked more like a middle-aged man who was always drunk.
"Ding …" The tip of Zhao Ying's sword stabbed the middle-aged man's left palm.
Chu Li turned around and stabbed.
He saw that the tip of Zhao Ying's sword left a white mark in the middle of the man's palm. The skin was not broken either. It was obvious that the man had extraordinary endurance martial arts.
"Ding …" Chu Li's sword stabbed the middle-aged man's heart.
Chu Li felt the tip of the sword slip as if he had stabbed a stone. He did not have endurance martial arts and was wearing the Heart Protection Mirror!
"Who are you?" Chu Li stabbed again. The Omniscient Mirror was already activated.
The middle-aged man scoffed and turned to leave.
Chu Li appeared behind him in a flash and pressed his palm down.
"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the middle-aged man flew out of the building through the window.
In a flash, Chu Li appeared in mid-air once again and struck the middle-aged man's chest with his palm.
Zhao Ying also flew out with her sword in hand, as light as a swallow.
She couldn't borrow any strength when she was in midair, so she could only descend. She hurriedly brandished her long sword and displayed the Flying Swallow Swordsmanship. Her body immediately slowed down. She tiptoed on a window on the second floor and glided out.
Chu Li chased after the middle-aged man and struck him three times with his palm. Each strike was filled with inner energy that was as pure as needles, capable of penetrating the Heart Protection Mirror.
He already knew this person's identity. It was the Three-Eyed Dragon King, Ding Weisong!
He hadn't found Ding Weisong, but Ding Weisong had found him first. The mysteries of the world were unfathomable!
"Ugh …" Ding Weisong could no longer withstand Chu Li's palm energy, and his internal organs were injured.
He felt that he was like a stupid bear. His movements were too slow, and he had become a target for the other party to wreak havoc on him.
"Bang!" Ding Weisong landed heavily on the ground, kicking up a cloud of yellow dust.
Chu Li landed beside him. "Who asked you to come here?"
Ding Weisong was lying on his back. There was blood at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were still drowsy. He chuckled. "Chu Li, you really are worth twenty thousand taels!"
Chu Li frowned. "What technique did you cultivate?"
Ding Weisong suddenly rolled over and ran away.
"Ding …" Zhao Ying fell from the sky, and the tip of her sword stabbed into his left shoulder.
Ding Weisong's body froze for a moment, but Chu Li had already reached his back and pressed his palm down again.
"Bang!" Ding Weisong was sent flying.
He spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, and his body suddenly sped up, turning into a wisp of smoke and disappearing from the main street. Before the onlookers could react, Ding Weisong had already disappeared.
Chu Li frowned as he looked in the direction that Ding Weisong had escaped. What a fast speed! He must have activated his secret skill.
He didn't want to reveal his Imminent Skyline Technique. The Tempest Temple's influence was everywhere, so he had to be careful.
"Brother …" Zhao Ying shook her long sword unwillingly.
Chu Li waved his hand. "Forget it, let's ignore him for now."
"He'll come back, right?"
Chu Li shook his head.
"Who is he?" Zhao Ying asked.
Chu Li retracted his gaze. "An assassin. He ran a thousand miles away after missing his target. He won't come back. Let's go back and continue eating!"
"Brother, you still have the mood to eat?" Zhao Ying glared at him.
This guy was too deceitful, and it was impossible to guard against him. Being stared at by such an assassin made her restless. She didn't manage to kill him this time, but if she didn't find out who the client was, there would definitely be another assassination attempt.
Chu Li smiled. "This kind of thing will happen often in the future. Don't worry about it!"
"He almost succeeded!" Zhao Ying said worriedly. "How can we prevent it?"
Chu Li said, "It's all thanks to you, Sister."
"You flatter me!" Zhao Ying glared at him fiercely. She was annoyed by his carelessness. He didn't care about his own life at all!
Chu Li was in a good mood. He smiled and tugged at her sleeve. They went back upstairs and said to the shopkeeper, "Shopkeeper, I'm sorry. I'll compensate you for your losses. We'll settle the bill after we finish eating!"
The shopkeeper smiled and nodded. He quickly gestured for them to go upstairs.
Zhao Ying sat opposite Chu Li. She could see that he was in a good mood, downing cup after cup of fine wine. She could not help but laugh. "Brother, why are you so happy to run into something like this?"
She thought that Chu Li's way of thinking was too strange. He didn't think of a way to deal with the situation, but instead acted as if he had found a treasure.
Chu Li smiled. "Shouldn't I be happy that I survived?"
He had caught Ding Weisong's thoughts and knew where he was going to escape to. More importantly, his speculation was right. Ding Weisong was indeed cultivating the Art of White Tiger!
"Aren't you worried about the future?" Zhao Ying held the wine jar and filled his glass for him.
Chu Li raised his glass and drank it in one gulp. "I'm not a Protector. I spend most of my time in the Public House. No matter how powerful I am, I can't get in. Besides, Ding Weisong is not far from death if he dares to cause trouble in the town!"
"Yes, the Public House will definitely send out Protectors to hunt him down!" Zhao Ying nodded lightly.
Anyone who caused trouble in the town had to be prepared to be punished by the Public House. The Public House would never allow people from the martial arts world to cause trouble in the town. Violators would be punished. If someone dared to kill someone, the Public House would not be polite.
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The moon was in the middle of the sky, and the ice wheel was spinning slightly.
Chu Li walked through Chong Ming Town silently. Soon, he arrived in front of a secluded house.
Most of the houses in Old Scholar Tree Alley were the houses of the rich and powerful in the town. Every house had stone lions guarding the door, and some even had Protectors. Lanterns lit up the alley as if it was daytime.
Chu Li glided into a luxurious house and activated the Omniscient Mirror.
The whole house appeared in front of him. The number of Protectors, the number of men and women in the house, and what they were doing.
He quickly found Ding Weisong.
Ding Weisong was sitting cross-legged on a bed, his eyes closed, and channeling.
It was a woodshed. There were piles of firewood around it. There was only a simple bed, which could only fit one person. Pieces of wood were scattered on the ground.
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