Mysteries of the Great Zhou Dynasty

Chapter 132 He just wanted to kill you

The white-clad youth turned and gave Rong Wanyin a bright smile. Only then did everyone notice his deep-set features; his appearance was unlike that of a Han Chinese, but rather more like that of a foreigner. He had fair skin, a pair of almond-shaped eyes that curved when he smiled, and held a bamboo folding fan in his hand, with an iron fan tucked into his waistband. A Bao, seeing the youth's foreign features, had a flicker of surprise in her eyes, her expression hardening. The youth said loudly, "Senior Sister, don't dirty your hands. I'll handle these people!"

After speaking, the white-robed youth opened a bamboo folding fan with one hand and swiftly attacked. The youth's movements were agile, somewhat similar to Rong Wanyin's lightness skill, yet different; Rong Wanyin's was more graceful, while this youth's was more ethereal.

Although the folding fan was made of bamboo, its power was not to be underestimated. In no time, all the bandits were knocked to the ground, groaning in pain, yet they had no wounds on their bodies. It turned out to be a technique that could strike from a distance. The white-clad youth then took out a rope and swiftly tied their hands tightly together, stringing them into a bunch.

Changfeng and Moyun exchanged bewildered glances. This young man's martial arts skills were far too unfathomable! Keep in mind, he was wielding a bamboo fan! If he had opened that iron fan, these bandits would likely be dead!
The young man in white nimbly closed his fan, turned around, and in one fluid motion, strode to Rong Wanyin's side. With a bright smile, he grabbed Rong Wanyin's hand and said, "Senior Sister! Why did you take so long to return from your training trip this time? I thought you'd forgotten about me!"

Rong Wanyin pouted, wanting to pat the white-robed boy on the back of the head, but he had grown much taller than before, and Rong Wanyin couldn't reach him. Seeing this, the white-robed boy quickly bent down to cooperate. Rong Wanyin rolled her eyes at him, but couldn't help laughing, and lightly patted his forehead. The white-robed boy rubbed his forehead, not minding at all. Rong Wanyin's lips curled up, and she chuckled, scolding, "Call me Master! No respect for elders!"

The boy wasn't annoyed and obediently called out "Master," then bowed again. Rong Wanyin reached out and ruffled his hair, saying, "Good boy!"

Changfeng and Moyun were somewhat confused. Who exactly was this young man in white? He couldn't be much younger than Miss Rong, and his martial arts were so high that he was probably even more powerful than Miss Rong. Why was he so obedient to Miss Rong? And why was he calling her by such a random name? Was he her master or her senior sister?

The two turned to observe Yan Mingzhang, who looked perfectly normal and was smiling at them.

Mo Yun lowered her voice and asked Chang Feng, "Chang Feng, is our master stupid? A formidable rival has arrived, and his own wife is almost being lured away, so why is he still laughing?"

Changfeng stroked his chin, thought for a moment, and then said in a pretentious tone, "You don't understand. Loving someone means wanting them to be happy. Your perspective is too narrow!"

Mo Yun shook her head in confusion, her brows furrowed slightly, and muttered to herself, "It shouldn't be like this, shouldn't I be jealous? I don't understand, I don't understand."

Rong Wanyin led the white-robed youth to the front of the crowd and introduced him: "This is my junior brother Xiao Mu, and I am his master."

Everyone was completely bewildered, their faces full of confusion: "Huh?" Is this even human language?

Unexpectedly, Rong Wanyin laughed and said, "I'll explain to you later. He calls me Master, and I call him Junior Brother. We each have our own way of addressing each other."

Xiao Mu lowered his head and smiled slightly. After Wan Yin finished speaking, he added, "Back then, my senior sister found me and wanted me to become her disciple, but Master refused, saying that my senior sister was too young and her martial arts skills were not high enough. So he took me in as his last disciple. However, when Master is not around, I still call my senior sister 'Master' in private, just so she can have a go."

Wan Yin glared at Xiao Mu, inwardly cursing, "Why are you spouting such obvious truths!"

Everyone smiled.

"Young man, your surname is Xiao? Are you from Liao?" Yan Mingzhang's eyes showed some wariness. The Great Zhou Kingdom and Liao were currently locked in a fierce battle, so how did this Liao person come to the territory of Great Zhou? Upon hearing this, Mo Yun and Chang Feng also put away their smiles. If it weren't for Miss Rong being here, this Liao person would have been arrested long ago as a spy.

Xiao Mu returned the greeting with neither arrogance nor servility, saying, "I am indeed a Liao person, but I grew up in Taoyuan Town, so I can also be considered half Han Chinese."

Yan Mingzhang nodded, which was taken as tacit agreement.

Rong Wanyin turned to Xiao Mu and said, "This is Lord Yan, my current patron, ah, no, employer, I'm now his advisor. These two are Brother Changfeng and Brother Moyun. And this is..."

Before Wan Yin could finish speaking, a small figure rushed out from behind Yan Mingzhang, holding a dagger in his hand, aiming straight for the white-robed youth's face. The newcomer was none other than A Bao. No one had time to react, because no one was on guard against him.

Abao's eyes were bloodshot as he roared, "Liao people! I'll kill you!"

Xiao Mu reacted quickly, dodging the attack with a swift turn. He then kicked A Bao in the knee, causing A Bao to stagger. The dagger was about to slash Rong Wanyin, but the force he had used was irreversible. At the critical moment, Xiao Mu flicked his folding fan, striking A Bao's wrist. A Bao cried out in pain, and the dagger fell to the ground. However, Rong Wanyin's right arm was still slashed, leaving a one-inch-long gash.

Seeing that he had scratched Rong Wanyin and caused trouble, Abao sat blankly on the ground, wanting to go over to check on her but not daring to, at a loss for what to do: "Sister Rong..."

Yan Mingzhang frowned, quickly took out his medicine box from the carriage, and rushed forward to help Rong Wanyin stop the bleeding.

Xiao Mu's face was icy as he stared at A Bao, pulling an iron fan from his back. The fan was jet black, gleaming, and looked like it was forged from meteorite iron; the fan head was sharpened, extremely razor-sharp. Seeing this, Rong Wanyin wasn't in a hurry: "He's still a child. No one has taught him these past few years; he lacks the ability to distinguish right from wrong. We'll teach him slowly..."

Xiao Mu looked at Rong Wanyin's wound with heartache, then looked at her angrily and said, "He hurt you..."

“He didn’t mean it; he just wanted to kill you!” Rong Wanyin advised.

Changfeng and Moyun exchanged bewildered glances. Huh? Is this some kind of advice? Isn't this just adding fuel to the fire? Their palms were sweating as they quietly shielded Abao behind them, gripping the hilts of their knives and swords tightly. They were both calculating how long they could protect Abao if a fight really broke out.

Only Yan Mingzhang understood. It seemed that Rong Wanyin was very important to Xiao Mu, even more important than Xiao Mu himself. That's why Xiao Mu wasn't angry when Rong Wanyin said that A Bao wanted to kill Xiao Mu; but Xiao Mu was so angry when A Bao unintentionally hurt Rong Wanyin. Now, perhaps only Rong Wanyin could stop him. But Wanyin wasn't in a hurry, because she knew Xiao Mu very well and knew he would be careful with his actions.

Rong Wanyin said sadly, "His parents and sister all died at the hands of the Liao people..."

Rong Wanyin stopped there, knowing that Xiao Mu would understand.