Chapter 51: Inviting the Sage

  A cavalryman, with his hair tied up in a soldier's knot, wearing soft scale armor, black leather boots on his feet, and a green leather belt around his waist, with a long, shiny silver-tipped spear slung horizontally across the side of his horse.

  The street was already crowded, and with this group of people rushing in, it instantly became chaotic.

  Just like the ridiculous unwritten rules of the road, pedestrians yield to bicycles, bicycles yield to small cars, small cars yield to large trucks, and large trucks yield to luxury cars. Although human life is the most valuable, it's somehow considered the lightest. Look, poor people yield to fine horses, and the riders look fierce and menacing, thinking that yielding is too slow, they shout loudly on the spot.

  "You're asking for death!" With that, several long whips were swung wildly, beating the people on both sides of the horse until they cried out in pain, thus clearing a straight path to Ping Yi's residence.

  Lan Sheng put down his hand that was about to call for the bill.

  Those common people who blocked the way were all bruised and battered, with some covered in blood, yet not a single one dared to make a sound. This is the imperial capital, where the law protects the nobles. If you want to stay alive, it's best to shut your mouth and admit defeat.

  The group of people arrived at the Ping Medical Office, without dismounting or entering the door. One person shouted loudly, "I am the Black Leopard Camp's Sharp Edge Team, here to invite the Holy Girl to move her residence, for the general to see a doctor."

  "How arrogant." Wu Guo couldn't help but say out loud.

  "Hei Bao Camp is the second largest camp of the Imperial Dragon Army, and it's also a sharp vanguard that kills enemies without batting an eye. It has the qualifications to be arrogant." The "Holy Maiden Iron Powder" replied.

  "I think it's not that he doesn't blink when killing the enemy, but rather a master of bullying the weak." Lan Sheng smiled and turned his head to look at the man. He hadn't paid attention earlier, but now he saw clearly that the man was wearing a scholar's hat, had a majestic black beard, and held a feather fan by his side, a middle-aged uncle in his thirties.

  The middle-aged man and Lan Sheng stared at each other, their eyes unyielding. "Miss, didn't you also hear that? The other side is anxious to rescue people. A general's life is as heavy as a mountain, if those weak and inferior civilians delay the treatment, who can bear it?"

  Lan Sheng's smile grew more enchanting as he narrowed his eyes, "A general without weak and inferior commoners to serve as soldiers is a life lighter than a feather."

  There were many people in the teahouse who understood the situation, and upon hearing this, they secretly praised it in their hearts. At the same time, they also felt anxious for Lan Sheng, thinking that middle-aged men would help those arrogant knights speak out, which had some connection.

  But the middle-aged uncle didn't get angry, he remained calm and tight-lipped, his expression unreadable.

  Lan Sheng disagreed and turned his head to continue looking at the opposite side.

  Before long, figures flashed in the doorway, three or four swordsmen cleared a path, and Yu Rui walked out from behind them.

  Someone trembled and knelt down. "Holy maiden's blessing. Heaven blesses all people."

  One person kneels, everyone follows, shouting in unison. In the blink of an eye, a three-layer human wall falls to its knees, with every single person kneeling down, hands stretched out in front and palms facing upwards, heads not daring to lift up, eyes not daring to look up.

  Lan Sheng's eyes were opened, and he felt that the little white flower sister who had knelt with him that night was now radiant and pure, her smile more benevolent than Guanyin Bodhisattva. Was this the effect of being untouchable from afar?

  "Today's events have a reason, Yu Rui can no longer see everyone's illness, let's all go home."

  Although separated by a street width, Lan Sheng made Yu Rui's every word clear. It wasn't that her voice was loud, but rather the surroundings were too quiet, with an atmosphere of sacred solemnity. What was even more astonishing was that as soon as she said everyone should go home, people from all three layers inside and out began to disperse, without a single person making a sound or complaining. Not even a disappointed face appeared, and soon the area in front of Ping Yi's clinic was empty, with only that one group of rowdy horsemen remaining.

  "Saint Ci'en, come with us for a walk." The leader turned his back on Lan Sheng, but was extremely arrogant and rude.

  Lan Sheng had seen the attitude of the "uniformed" people in the imperial capital before, but he didn't expect that his sister, the Holy Maiden, would be treated similarly. He couldn't help but blurt out, "What's the background of this Black Panther Camp General, daring to put on airs in front of the Holy Maiden?"

  She seemed to be asking herself, but in fact she was saying it to the middle-aged uncle, thinking that he would definitely answer her questions. But after a while, no one responded to her. She glanced sideways and saw that the uncle's eyes were fixed on the door of Pingyuan Medical Clinic, not because he didn't want to answer, but because he hadn't heard her speak at all.

  Her gaze was icy and murderous, Lan Sheng stared blankly, and as a result, he only put half his mind on returning to Yu Rui.

  Although the person inviting them was not good, Yu Rui was good. With a clear and sweet smile, she said, "You don't have to pretend to be from the Black Panther Camp. If someone is really sick, I'll go with you."

  What?! Impersonating?! Lan Sheng stood up.

  At the same time, the swordsman in front of Yu Rui drew his sword. They were just necessary defenses, but the knights on horseback immediately had their spears at the ready, and with one move, it was a killing blow, aiming to take each other's lives.

  The swordsmen's kung fu wasn't weak, but when good and evil suddenly collided, the evil energy was usually strong, and the enemy had an advantage in numbers, so they were immediately beaten to pieces, unable to take care of Yurui.

  Although there were several maids behind Yu Rui, they only pulled her back to the door and screamed non-stop. Then, a few young doctors in green robes rushed out, looking frightened, but surprisingly, they dared to stand up and protect Yu Rui in front of them.

  The man who spoke first jumped down, holding a gun and walked towards Yurui with a strong killing intent. He was very determined and had to win, so after flying over a young doctor, he slowed down his killing speed.

  The Pingyi clinic was not located in the bustling city, and Yu Rui had sent all the people away. At this time, there wasn't a single person who could interfere with their affairs anymore. In the teahouse, it was unknown when only Lan Sheng, Wu Guo, and that middle-aged uncle were left.

  "In vain, gone." Lan Sheng narrowed his eyes.

  In vain hesitation.

  "If she were to die in front of us, we'd really become freeloaders." Let Wu Guo take action, just for a day's three meals. Afraid that she won't grow up properly, huh?

  Wu Guo suddenly thought of his own growth, and with a swift movement, he leapt out several zhangs. After a few ups and downs, he arrived behind the leading knight. With a flip of his right hand, an orange glow shot towards the knight's back. The man was no ordinary warrior, and sensing someone approaching from behind, he turned around and raised his long spear to block the attack.

  Orange light solidified, revealing a sword with a hilt as long as three fingers are wide. On the sword's body was a dazzling golden line, how strange and unusual.

  That man, however, was not bothered and only felt that the young man was naive and looking for death. He coldly laughed and said, "You little kid hasn't even weaned off milk yet, and you dare to compete with your grandfather? When I was skewering people like meat back in the day, you probably hadn't been born yet."

  The spear shook, and the orange sword was withdrawn in vain. Hanzi was delighted, his mouth wide open, and he made another move to snatch the soul and take life. The spearhead pierced through the autumn wind, aiming at Wu Guo's throat and stabbing down.

  No fruit flashed, the orange sword stood in front of his throat, and actually pressed the gun tip down.

  The man stared blankly for a moment, and only then did he see clearly that the golden thread on the sword body of the little boy was actually composed of golden round pieces, which were strung on fine silk threads and would flip over. The tip of his gun happened to fit perfectly into the semi-circular hole that had been flipped out.

  "He cursed, 'Little turtle egg, thinking that holding the handle of a strange sword can intimidate me -' Before he finished speaking, Wu Guo's hand grasped the hilt and swung downwards, causing the sword to spin around his spearhead with a whooshing sound."

  He stared at the orange wheel. Just sneering at the other's fancy moves, he suddenly found that the boy who was originally facing him with his sword had disappeared, then a hand came up from below, the orange wheel changed from vertical to horizontal rotation, his left leg hurt for a moment, and he lost his balance, falling backwards.

  It's strange, he can see the killing move, but has no idea how to avoid it. After falling to the ground, he propped himself up with his arms. He saw that one of his legs was still standing there. Blood gushed out. His eyeballs immediately bulged out and let out a shrill scream like a slaughtered pig, rolling around on the spot.

  He ignored the man and walked straight to Yu Rui's side, protecting her. The sword tip slanted downwards, his bitter expression transformed into a malevolent ghost face, his eyes rolled back to look at the enemy, emitting a cold and eerie aura.

  Those knights saw the leader being beheaded by a cucumber-faced youth in one move, and they were initially very frightened. However, after glancing in a certain direction, their spearheads steadied again, still focusing on dealing with the swordsman. Their spears were not inferior to that legless man, but he encountered the first sword of Wu Guo, who was still unaware of how to control his movements.

  Yu Rong's face was anxious, and she said a word to Wu Guo.

  "What did the young lady think Sheng Nu was saying?" The middle-aged uncle in the teahouse still didn't scare away.

  Lan's sleeves hung down by her sides, and she didn't even turn her head, as if she was only paying attention to the chaos in front of her. "She said not to take anyone's life."

  "Miss and Saintess are good friends, right? Otherwise, she wouldn't have sent out her own sword guard, nor would she know so much about her." The voice seemed to be coming from several tables away.

  "No, I'm absolutely not friends with her. We just met twice today." Lan Sheng's posture remained unchanged as he continued to observe the battle.

  Her footsteps were silent, and the woman was already close by. The middle-aged uncle held a dagger in his right hand, his voice still at a distance. "Since we're not familiar, Miss is just kind-hearted and willing to help others..." His tone suddenly changed, looking incredulously at the three needles on her chest, his body swaying as if about to collapse, "...you..."

  He had originally intended to use her as a hostage to threaten the infinitely compassionate one, exchanging her own safety for that of the innocent.

  Lan Sheng, who had taken a step forward with her hands, raised her eyes, and her delicate yet unpretentious face was frosty, but a hint of a smile radiated brilliance. She took two steps back, holding a small mirror, and adjusted her hair in front of it. In a world where only she remained, she could still live well - this was her own survival rule.

  The middle-aged man in front of him, who was getting more and more dizzy, thought that her posture was quite charming. He silently cursed himself for being useless, and a surge of anger supported him to go and strangle her neck. He thought, however, she's just a woman...

  A foot came flying at him and he crashed to the ground, his eyes rolling back until only the whites were visible, but in his blurry vision her smiling face was exceptionally bright.

  "Take a break." She stomped her foot heavily on him and slapped him twice, "If you don't die from your misfortune, remember not to bully women again in the future."

  Unfortunately, there is no flower, otherwise she wouldn't have had to do it herself, she's a civilized person after all.

  He no longer felt the pain, only knowing that he was suffering the greatest humiliation of his life, almost biting off a steel tooth, "If I don't die, you——" He fainted.

  Lan Sheng moved the person to the railing and hung him up, took a large tea bowl, smashed it and aligned the crack with his neck, shouting at the opposite side, "Riders, put down your weapons, raise your hands above your head and lie on the ground, otherwise I will take his life."

  This person did not leave in the chaos, staring intently at the battle scene. Even if she was a bit dull, she felt something strange. She observed him through a mirror and saw his movements of pulling out a dagger and sneaking up on her. Although she wasn't skilled in martial arts, she was a tough and stubborn orphan who had been training her body to become more agile. That night, being forced to sing, she made up her mind to learn from Hua, carrying a "needle package" with her at all times, just in case, but didn't expect it to come in handy so soon.

  Those who pretended to be soldiers saw this and almost shouted in unison "Second Master", full of righteous indignation.

  Lan Sheng thought they would surrender obediently, but unexpectedly the weapons were not put down and people did not fall, with a whoosh they all got on their horses, took that guy with fewer legs, and ran away.

  Pink has 45 votes, so double update today.

  This is the first update, three thousand words have begun.

  The second update will be later, around 10 pm.

  Recommend a friend Linglongxiu's work "Jade Hall Golden Gate", book number 3093429, a self-willed modern woman's life story in an ancient family that values etiquette and literature.

  "Hmm... how does he live? Let's go take a look and satisfy everyone's curiosity."