Chapter 282: Evil Ghost in the Mist
Chapter 282: Evil Ghost in the Mist
On the third day, daybreak appeared in the east.
The city of Fuzhou has been shrouded in white fog these days.
On Ximen Street, there is a noodle stall under a big banyan tree two or three hundred steps away from the escort agency. From here you can see the black bat and golden lion flag flying in the distance. It is always majestic and admired by people from far and near.
At this moment, there is only a bare flagpole left.
The old banyan leaves fell in the wind, and the night-lighting jade lion raised its head to nibble on the new sprouts.
There were already two empty noodle bowls and a rough teacup on the table.
"Sir, do you want more noodles?"
"No, another pot of tea."
The noodle stall owner is an old man in his sixties. He was particularly enthusiastic towards the first customer after the business opened today. He brewed a big pot of tea, which he usually didn't want to drink.
"Here comes the tea."
The old man held the iron teapot and placed it in the middle of the table. It was still steaming. He took the rough teacup and poured half a shallow cup of tea into it.
"Thank you."
"The guest officer is slow to use."
The man in the black robe saw the boss busying himself in front of the stove, looked towards the east, raised his palm and covered the rim of the teacup. A trace of cold air overflowed between his fingers, and then it began to boil again, emitting hot steam. After several times of this, the rough teacup was quietly covered with spider-web-like cracks.
"The scorching sun energy is difficult to tame and can easily break through the ice coat."
Zhang Yu opened his palm, and between his fingers there was a thin layer of blue ice, but it evaporated in an instant.
"It's still a little bit worse."
The sound of carriage wheels was heard in the fog, and it stopped in front of a big banyan tree. A woman in a white dress walked slowly towards them, with a faint fragrance floating in the air. Her face was covered with a veil, revealing only her eyes and two sharp eyebrows.
Zhang Yu glanced at the person who came and asked.
"Where's the stuff?"
"Brought it."
Qian Tengyue clapped her hands lightly.
Six people walked out of the fog, each holding a sword in their arms.
"The Six Livestock Swords were forged by Long Yu, Zhang Yajiu's eldest disciple during the Tang Dynasty. There are two Grade A swords and four Grade B swords. They have been used for six hundred years and their sharpness remains unchanged. They should be able to meet Mr. Zhang's requirements."
Zhang Yu raised his hand and the sword was pulled by the powerful internal force. With a "whoosh" sound, it flew into his palm. The ninja holding the sword was extremely shocked and looked at the young man in a daze.
"brush!"
The two small characters "Yellow Python" were engraved on the hilt of the sword. When it was half pulled out, it shone with a cold light that was blinding.
He flicked his fingers slightly, and the sword made a humming sound. He listened carefully and could faintly hear the sound of swords breaking rocks.
Qian Tengyue's eyes narrowed slightly: "Are you satisfied, Mr. Zhang?"
Zhang Yu placed the sword horizontally on the table and nodded slightly.
The sword moves of Tibetan swordsmanship must be carried out with high-quality instruments to fully exert their power.
The older it is, the better the effect.
Storing a sword is like storing wine. Over time, it will either completely decay and turn into sour vinegar, or mellow and lasting into fine wine.
“Jingjing!”
The two riders galloped on Ximen Street and soon passed the noodle stall under the banyan tree and disappeared into the thick fog. Calculating the time, when they were almost at the city gate, they heard a few screams and then returned to calm.
“Ding-ding~”
"Deng~"
The two horses slowly turned back, the riders lay on their backs, blood flowed along the stirrups, like a silent pantomime on the long street.
"Two more dead!"
The old man muttered to himself. In the past two days, strange things happened frequently in the Fuwei Escort Agency. First, the young master of the Lin family brought back a black blind beast that was said to be hundreds of years old from the mountains. As a result, several people died that night, and they said to the public that they had an acute illness.
After that, the news spread like wildfire. Some people said that the Fuwei Escort Agency was being targeted by an evil ghost and that everyone in the company would be in trouble and no one could escape.
Ximen Street was in a state of panic. There used to be many snack stalls, but today only this lonely old man was left.
Zhang Yu looked up and saw the words "Fuwei" branded on the horse's buttocks.
"The Ming people attacked their own people. How cruel!"
Qian Tengyue chuckled. The Qingcheng Sect's wanton killing accidentally eliminated all the secret agents that the Japanese had planted in the Fuwei Escort Agency. The original plan to revive and replace the original sect had to be shelved temporarily.
"General Wuyin only wanted to cooperate with the Fuwei Escort Agency, but your Qingcheng faction in the Central Plains took action to wipe out the entire Lin family. If Lin Zhennan had known this day would come, he would definitely regret not cooperating with us."
Zhang Yu poured himself a cup of tea and chuckled, "Japan is a peaceful and tranquil place, but it's a pity that you and your general can only live on an isolated island. Miss Qian Teng, when are you going to return to your hometown?"
Qian Teng Yue naturally heard the sarcasm, but didn't take it seriously. She just smiled and said, "Mr. Zhang, you should call me Qian Teng Jun."
"Does it make any difference?"
"Of course there is a difference. I hope Mr. Zhang will treat the person in front of him as a friend with whom he can work together on an equal footing, rather than focusing on the appearance of a woman."
Female appearance?
Zhang Yu couldn't help but look at the surging waves. Even through the mist, he could still glimpse their danger and depth. It was hard to imagine how such a not-so-tall and delicate body could support such a heavy burden. It really made people worry.
I don't think there is any gentleman in the world who, seeing this situation, would not want to help.
Qian Tengyue smiled and asked, "Does it look good?"
Zhang Yu felt a little embarrassed and quickly shifted his gaze to the Yellow Python Sword between the two of them.
"This sword is good."
"The sword is the king of all weapons, but it is also a dangerous weapon. Mr. Zhang is an expert in this art, but he must also be careful with it."
"I know what to do, so I won't bother you, Qian Teng-jun."
Zhang Yu grabbed the Yellow Python Sword on the table and snapped his fingers lightly in the direction of the banyan tree.
The Jade Lion of Zhaoye stepped on the white mist and walked in front of the six ninjas.
"call out!"
The Yellow Python Sword was thrown out and fell into the leather sword bags on both sides of the horse's back. There were already five or six swords scattered inside, but their quality was as different from that of this set of Six Livestock Swords as gold and iron.
"Give the sword to Mr. Zhang."
Qian Tengyue gave orders to his subordinates.
As the white horse passed by, the five ninjas put the famous swords they were holding into the sword bags one by one.
Zhang Yu killed Wuyin Bandan for her, and these six swords were his reward.
Qian Tengyue suddenly asked, "I have a better sword. It's on the island. Would you like to see it, Mr. Zhang?"
Zhang Yu stood up and said with a smile, "The account and goods have been settled, the transaction is complete, Zhang will take his leave."
Two coarse porcelain teacups, broken into powder, and a dime were left on the table.
Zhang Yu jumped on his horse, and the Jade Lion of Zhaoye neighed, cried out, and ran towards the west city gate. The dozen swords in his sword bag collided with each other, making a non-stop "clanging" sound. There was thick fog all around, and soon only the sound could be heard, but the person could not be seen.
"Master, are we going back to the sea?"
"The mission failed. Kirigakure Raizo will not let us go easily. Let's stay in Central Plains for a while."
Qian Tengyue looked at the silver coin on the table, stood up, returned to the carriage, and disappeared into the streets.
After half an hour, the morale of the Fuwei Escort Agency was completely overwhelmed by fear. The escorts, maids, and servants no longer cared about their past friendship and fled in all directions. Three men in coarse clothes mixed in with them and followed them out of the city.
"boom!"
The golden plaque that had been passed down for three generations fell to the ground with a loud bang and shattered into pieces.
(End of this chapter)