Sword Roaring in the Sky

Chapter 6 Bloodstained Sun Mansion

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Sun Yanwan had no idea where these people came from, but he knew they were most likely targeting him. He thought to himself, "These people must be related to Master. I wonder if he's run into an enemy, or a friend? Are they here to root out the evil, or are they inviting me over as a guest?"

Out of curiosity, he followed quietly, not forgetting to disguise himself a little on the way. He borrowed a hat from a house on the roadside, changed into a set of half-worn clothes, and got his hands full of black mud from the road, which he smeared on his face twice.

Sun Yanwan had only been practicing internal Qi for two or three days. With the Qi still fresh, he didn't feel anything special yet. But as he quietly followed the gang members along the way, he felt that every move he made was incredibly powerful, and his body was light and agile. Many movements that he hadn't been able to do before were now effortless. He felt completely different from before. He couldn't help but think to himself, "I've only just practiced Qi, and I've already seen so many benefits. If those people who have practiced internal Qi for decades were in my world, wouldn't they all be like superheroes?"

"He's either Wolverine or Captain America..."

The gang members soon gave up the search and walked a few streets into a mansion.

Sun Yanwan took a look and saw the words "Sun Mansion" written on the lintel of the mansion. He thought to himself, "He has so many underlings and his surname is Sun. He must be the Liuyang Gang's leader, Sun He, that guy mentioned!"

He was just wondering if the Liuyang Gang's incense leader and his master, Miao Youxiu, were friends or enemies when he suddenly saw a bearded man hurriedly approaching with a dozen or so men. These men were dressed in mourning, with white cloth tied around their foreheads as per custom. The bearded man also had a bundle on his back, which was quite eye-catching. They were also informed of their presence, and they entered the Sun Mansion so brazenly. He couldn't help but be startled. He remembered that this bearded man was one of Hu Fengwei's capable subordinates, a skilled wielder of a double-headed spear.

Sun Yanwan just had a thought: "How could he track us down?" Then it suddenly dawned on him, and he exclaimed inwardly: "My master is waiting for them!"

Miao Youxiu was very cautious along the way, and Sun Yanwan did not believe that there could be any positioning equipment in such an ancient society. It would be impossible for him to catch up with them, but Miao Youxiu knew with certainty where Hu Fengwei's men would send his body after his death, so he rushed over in advance to wait for them.

"I wonder how Master is doing now? Is he in danger?" He had just thought of this when he heard a clear whistle and a slightly childish voice called out, "Situ Baowei! You didn't expect me to catch up, did you?"

The bearded man and more than ten big men fled from the Sun Mansion in a panic. Miao Youxiu chased them out with a single knife and killed several people in an instant. He was so majestic and murderous that Sun Yanwan's blood boiled and he wanted to rush out to join forces with his master to fight the enemy.

Miao Youxiu's swordsmanship was incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, he had killed all the others, leaving only the bearded man.

The bearded man was terrified and wanted to escape, but he was spotted by Miao Youxiu and could not get away. With only this opponent left, he displayed the exquisiteness of his family's swordsmanship. With just one blow, he cut off the bearded man's arms with the gun barrel, and then chopped off his head with another blow.

After killing this man, the young man roared, ran away, and disappeared in an instant.

Sun Yanwan saw this scene and couldn't help but be secretly shocked. He thought to himself, "It's a good thing I didn't go out to help. Master had the upper hand. If I rushed out, Master might have been forced to fight to protect me and fall into a disadvantage. Of course, it's also possible that Master is eager for revenge and doesn't care about the life or death of his disciple. That would be even worse.

Someone was killing someone in the street, which was too horrifying. No one had left the street long ago, and even no one came out from the Sun Mansion to chase them out.

Sun Yanwan traveled through time and worked as a clerk in a big store for only a few days, but those days left him with extremely deep memories and made him experience what it felt like to be poor.

Although he had searched the corpse not long ago, he had left all the money he had found in the haystack outside the inn in such a hurry that he was left with nothing on him. Faced with this situation, he could no longer hold back and ran towards the bearded man, first pulling off his bag, then searching the men again, unexpectedly finding five money bags, the bearded man's bag being the heaviest.

After completing this "deal", Sun Yanwan ran as fast as he could and in just a moment he saw the inn in the distance.

Just as he was about to run into the inn, a hand reached out from behind his head, grabbed his collar, and hid in a nearby alley.

Sun Yanwan was about to exclaim when she saw her master's familiar face and quickly covered her mouth.

Miao Youxiu smiled slightly and shouted, "How dare you touch the money."

Sun Yanwan wanted to argue, but then felt that this act of greed had probably displeased his master. It would be better to be frank than to find any excuse. He smiled awkwardly and said, "My disciple is afraid of being poor."

Miao Youxiu hadn't expected his disciple to be so honest. He chuckled and said, "I killed Situ Baowei and wiped out the entire Sun family. The masters of the Hu family will surely arrive soon after hearing the news. We, master and disciple, must leave quickly."

Neither the master nor the disciple was the type to procrastinate. The few pieces of luggage in the inn were worthless anyway, so they didn't even want the cart. They didn't go back to the inn, but hurried out of the city directly. After walking along the road for half a day, they saw a dilapidated temple.

This dilapidated temple has been abandoned for a long time. Only the main hall is slightly tidy, and most of the roof is still there.

Sun Yanwan dropped the bag on his back, pulled up some weeds nearby, spread them out in the corner of the hall, asked Miao Youxiu to sit down first, and then he sat down on the pile of weeds and gasped for breath, finally breathing a sigh of relief.

His life has been full of ups and downs these past few days. The gang feuds in this world are too frequent, and the number of dead bodies he has seen is more than the number of homicides in a big city in an entire year before he traveled through time.

Sun Yanwan calmed down, took out a purse and was about to open it to check it, but found that a corner of the bundle was exposed, which seemed to be some kind of paper. He couldn't help but tear open the bundle, and what he saw were thick stacks of palm-sized papers, some new and some old.

Sun Yanwan pulled out one and saw that it was well-printed and had an official seal. The characters on it were different from those on Earth, but he somehow recognized them. He took a closer look and was shocked!
These things turned out to be banknotes issued by the Dalang court. There was nothing else in the bundle except the banknotes.

The currency circulating in the Kingdom of Dalang was mainly copper and iron coins, mixed with a small amount of silver ingots. Because copper, iron and silver coins were too heavy to transport, the court established the Feichao Yuan to print and exchange Feichao. Anyone holding Feichao printed by the government could go to the local Feichao Yuan to exchange it for copper and iron coins of equal value. Some people also used it as currency, but the denomination of Feichao was very large, so it was not very convenient to use, and it was only used for large transactions.

This thing is like the Jiaozi of the Northern Song Dynasty and the silver notes in martial arts novels!
Sun Yanwan didn't know why the bearded man had so many flying banknotes on him?
He couldn't help but say, "Master, we two have become rich."

　A very good classic fairy tale

　　
　
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