Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 299 Apprenticeship and Sword Learning
The city was filled with merchants, followed by scholars. The whole city was permeated with the fragrance of ink. The prosperity of Xin'an County was no less than that of Qiantang.

The more you understand about the human world, the more you realize its weight.

What Xiaoqing didn't know was that Shixin County, which later became Shexian County in Anhui Province, was the political, economic, and cultural center of ancient Huizhou.

This area is mountainous with limited arable land, making it impossible to be self-sufficient in food. As a result, many people initially had to leave their homes and engage in trade in towns and cities south of the Yangtze River. This is the birthplace of the Huizhou merchants.

They firmly controlled all channels related to tea, grain, timber, salt, maritime trade, pawnbroking, silk, lacquer, sauce, and the Four Treasures of the Study.

Of course, a group has not yet been formed, and the position of the head of the Ji Father's Chamber of Commerce in the seven southern provinces carries more weight.

While observing, I suddenly saw a commotion ahead; it turned out that someone was clearing the street. In the distance, I could see banners made of yak tails hanging on flagpoles, very ostentatious.

All the constables were mobilized, armed with water and fire sticks, to separate the crowd in the street. Those who walked slowly were kicked away, vehicles blocking the way were overturned and pushed aside, and anyone who dared to cry or make a fuss was knocked unconscious with a stick. They were extremely skilled at it.

Following behind was a long convoy, with eight people carrying umbrellas and fans.

A group of armored soldiers led the way, their helmets and armor gleaming, exuding a fierce aura; they were clearly battle-hardened veterans.

The prefect rode a tall horse in the middle of the caravan. He was a martial arts master with a strong and powerful aura.

However, his attitude of being extremely close to the prefect, even to the point of being willing to be his lackey, was quite surprising.

Normally, when appointing prefects and military commanders, people from clans that are not closely related to the prefecture should be selected. Xin'an Prefecture is truly special.

Even among the armored soldiers, crossbows were seen, and the crossbow bolts they carried exuded an ominous aura, seemingly possessing the power to restrain demons.

Mixed among the convoy were several monks dressed in robes with unusually fierce expressions, who were faintly forming a formation. One could sense a trace of evil in their spiritual senses.

At the very center of the convoy stood a massive, resplendent carriage, as large as a room.

Sitting among them, Jia Ning was quite presentable in appearance, but her eyes lacked any human positivity, instead filled with savagery and cruelty.

A whiff of lewdness and resentment was constantly emanating from the area. While the aura of bloodshed was far less than that of Xu Xuan, it was still quite explosive among the humans he had ever seen.

Anyone who is a cultivator would have been struck by lightning hundreds of times over.

Recalling Xu Xuan's reply, I gained a concrete image of the domineering maternal relative, Prefect Jia Ning—he was indeed tyrannical and wicked.

Xiaoqing then withdrew her gaze and turned her attention to the crowd.

This was because several humans with a bloodthirsty aura emerged from the crowd, probably those skilled outlaws.

Thanks to the intelligence gathered by Master Mao in advance, he easily recognized that they were all people listed on the wanted posters, despite their clumsy disguises.

They were all burdened with resentment and were not good people.

Sure enough, what followed was a swift assassination attempt.

"You scoundrel, give me back my brother's life!"

"Today, I, Bai Tou Wu, will uphold justice on behalf of Heaven!"

Upstairs at the crossroads teahouse, a dark-skinned man with a round head and leopard-like eyes pulled a mourning stick from under the table and jumped down. He roared in mid-air, like a thunderclap, and charged straight at the caravan.

The roar seemed to be a signal, and the porters and beggars squatting by the roadside all pulled out their weapons and rushed forward.

An elderly man dressed as a businessman tore open his clothes and pushed his cart inside.

Dozens of thugs followed behind, and a fight broke out in all directions. The scene was instantly thrown into chaos.

This whole operation was so smooth and professional, it looked like a very skilled infiltrator. The only incongruous thing was that there was also a little girl wielding a short sword, charging in and fighting her way in.

The ordinary people were even more panicked upon hearing the name Baitouwu, and they ran away as fast as they could.

This gang of bandits entrenched in Xin'an County was no better than this Prefect Jia; they committed the same acts of arson, murder, and looting.

Caught off guard, the yamen runners were slaughtered. Those in the honor guard holding placards and umbrellas also fled in terror.

However, the convoy itself showed no intention of stopping or accelerating.

Sitting in the car, Jia Ning's gloomy expression grew even more unpleasant.

His dog was disobedient, so he killed it and planned to get a new one. But for some reason, this bunch of bastards developed the idea of ​​killing their master.

My sister was right; the lowly should be killed off in droves.

Thinking about this reminded me of the snake with the broken tail nearby.
The snake I kept was a bit disobedient; I really shouldn't have given it that box in the first place.

All these things combined made him feel very bad, and he couldn't refute his father's and sister's scolding.

So he waved his hand at the county commandant and said, "Kill them all."

Upon receiving the order, the armored soldiers immediately bared their fangs, drew their bows and crossbows, and unleashed a volley of fire on the bandits, instantly killing a third of them. The remaining bandits were terrified; most of the experts here had never seen such a deadly weapon on the battlefield.

To their surprise, the officers and soldiers were so fierce that they immediately decided to retreat.

But the soldiers wouldn't stop; they drew their long swords and began a relentless pursuit.

Meanwhile, on the second floor of the restaurant, a man with sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, broad shoulders, and a narrow waist looked at the armored soldiers as they dispersed, revealing a smug expression.

The feint to lure the tiger away from the mountain has succeeded!

He leaped down, drew his weapon, twirled it, and swiftly advanced, stepping over heads.

Light as a flying catkin, fluttering like a thin mist, it was clearly a superior lightness skill, and it approached the carriage from a distance of more than ten feet.

"My dear brothers, don't panic, I'm coming!"

Immediately, some heroes recognized the newcomer and called out his name to boost their morale.

"It's Sword God Lin."

boom!
The monk next to the carriage casually tossed out a rosary bead, instantly blasting the flamboyant martial arts master who had made such a grand entrance into oblivion.

With the battle decided, Xiaoqing had gathered a lot of intelligence and was preparing to leave.

This Jia Ning is not easy to kill. His forces are many times stronger than Yin Xian's. Even ordinary cultivators would not fare well against him. We need to plan this carefully.

During the retreat, they saw a little girl fighting with soldiers in an alley ahead. She looked to be only seven or eight years old, and her short sword was flying up and down, showing some skill.

However, it was ultimately just mortal martial arts, and with insufficient qi and blood, it couldn't unleash much power and gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.

Seeing that the other party was still young and had no grievances, Xiaoqing disguised herself as a martial arts practitioner and went to the rescue without hesitation.

He casually broke off a tree branch from the roadside and swiftly landed on the battlefield.

With her physical abilities, she could easily cleave these armored soldiers into pieces with a single swing, but in order to avoid causing any consequences, she only controlled the force to the point of breaking bones and tendons.

Of course, having followed Xu Xuan for a long time, he inevitably became a bit pretentious when he was confident of victory.

With a few effortless movements, he took down everyone and even uttered a few lewd remarks.

The little girl next to her stared wide-eyed.

Finally, when the demonic monk caught up, he became a little more serious and stylishly used a tree branch as a sword to cut down a wall to block the enemy.

He carried the little girl and disappeared from the spot with a few leaps.

She had just finished doing her good deed and was about to leave when the little girl stopped her and made her kneel down on the ground.

"Great hero, teach me your swordsmanship!"

"Why?"

"revenge!"

The little girl's eyes were very pure, and her reason was very straightforward.

She had a close friend who, because of a dispute over her birthday, had her eyes gouged out by the Jia family. The fact that her eyeballs were used as a medicinal ingredient was already a tragedy. Later, she disappeared without a trace, undoubtedly having met a cruel end. Such hatred could not go unavenged.

"Is the little girl you're talking about named Cui Cui?"

"Ugh?"

"She's already been rescued. I'll have someone take you to meet her later."

Xiaoqing never expected that the little girl saved by Master Mao had a little female knight-errant friend.

As for teaching swordsmanship, she only knows Mo Xie's swordsmanship; the rest she relies entirely on her strength to fly with bricks, so she really can't teach anyone.

Of course, this sense of loyalty is very admirable. For a human child of this age to risk his life for friendship already surpasses that of countless adults in the world.

This talent is quite remarkable; as Xu Xuan put it, some people are born with a divine physique.

If I ever get my hands on a sword technique book, I can give it to her.

"By the way, little girl, what's your name?"

"Li Yingqi".

　I'm catching up on yesterday's writing now; I only just finished it. I was so tired after get off work yesterday that I slept until the early hours of the morning.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)