Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

"Cough cough..." He couldn't help but cough again, but this time the coughing didn't seem as violent. He picked up his wine glass and noticed that Qin Han had already walked far away. He seemed to be in a real hurry. He said to the empty space opposite him, "Brother Qin, you are a man of principle. I wish you a safe journey."

Outside the carriage, the burly, bearded man Tie Chuanjia glanced back at the direction where Qin and Han had disappeared as he drove the carriage.

"Young Master," he said in a muffled voice into the carriage, "this man is truly strange. He insisted on getting into our carriage to return to Sichuan, but now that we've traveled a short distance, he's turned around and run back?"

Tie Chuanjia was an honest man and did not deliberately eavesdrop on the conversation in the carriage. He was puzzled when Qin Han came and went inexplicably.

Li Xunhuan's laughter echoed from inside the carriage.

"Hehe... Brother Tie, my newly acquainted Brother Qin is no freak."

He stretched out his legs in the carriage, the mink blanket beneath his feet soft and warm, and picked up his wine glass to take another big gulp.

"In this brief encounter with Brother Qin, I've discovered he's a very interesting person. Now I also think he must be someone who takes his work very seriously and is very self-disciplined." Li Xunhuan put down his wine pot, his gaze lingering. "He was lost before and wanted to return to Sichuan Prefecture, but now that he knows the right direction, even if it's late and freezing cold, he'll immediately go about his business. Nothing can stop him..."

At this point, Li Xunhuan felt another tightness in his chest and couldn't help but cough softly again.

"Cough...cough cough cough..."

He took out a handkerchief and covered his mouth. This time, he coughed for a while before he recovered. When he took off the handkerchief, he could vaguely see a few bright red spots on it.

"Young Master, you've drunk too much today!" Tie Chuanjia said with concern and reproach upon hearing the violent coughing from the carriage. "Many doctors have told you that you can't drink alcohol anymore because of your lung condition. They told you to drink more hot water and tea when you have time, but why won't you listen?!"

"It's alright..." Li Xunhuan gave a wry smile. "This wine is more effective than hot water or tea."

He tucked the handkerchief away, not wanting Tie Chuanjia outside the carriage to see, and continued with a sigh, "This is my first time meeting Brother Qin. My impression of him is that he's the kind of person who won't give up until he achieves his goal. He could have gone back to the city with me and rested for the night, but he still chose to travel through the night. This kind of person is either a failure or... he's bound to do something earth-shattering. Oh well, let's continue on our way."

His gaze toward the direction Qin Han had left was somewhat complicated. He was always very good at judging people, and he seemed to see his younger self in Qin Han.

I was just as persistent back then, willing to disregard everything for a certain belief in my heart.

Now, however, the years have worn away his edges, leaving only exhaustion and illness.

"Yes, young master."

Tie Chuanjia sensed the desolation in Li Xunhuan's tone. Recalling how the young man had been polite to him, a servant, and remembering the young man praised by his master, he gently flicked the reins, and the carriage slowly drove away again.

……

Qin Han, who had just left, was galloping away on horseback through Muse.

As I was focused on my journey, I caught a glimpse of a figure trudging through the snow in the distance.

That was a man.

Qin Han's senses were now sharp, and with focused attention, he could clearly see the person's appearance even in the darkness of night.

The man walked with his back ramrod straight, wearing only a thin linen garment. His exposed arms and calves were muscular and had a wheat-colored complexion.

His eyebrows were thick, his eyes were large, but his gaze was empty and cold, as if nothing in the world could attract his attention. His thin lips were tightly pressed together, forming a stubborn and indifferent face.

The wind and snow tousled his long hair, but they couldn't stop him from moving forward. He walked slowly, but with unwavering determination.

lonely.

This was the only word that came to Qin Han's mind when he first saw him: this man exuded a sense of loneliness from the inside out.

"Tap, tap tap..."

The sound of galloping hooves echoed across the snow as Qin Han rode past the lone man.

In the fleeting moment, he noticed a sword hanging at the man's waist. It was an ordinary iron sword with a simple, unadorned scabbard. It looked more like a piece of iron clipped to the blade than a sword, like a toy for a child.

In the wind and snow, the two passed each other and their eyes met for a fleeting moment.

The man's eyes remained cold, and Qin Han's expression was indifferent.

"hooligan?"

After the horse had galloped more than ten meters away, Qin Han muttered to himself and revealed a knowing smile.

Can't go wrong.

With that kind of temperament and that toy-like iron sword, who else could it be but the future swift swordsman, Afei?

In the original story, it was in this snowstorm that A-Fei met Li Xunhuan, thus beginning their lifelong friendship.

"Li Xunhuan's carriage is not far ahead," Qin Han thought. "If nothing unexpected happens, they will meet soon. It's a pity that I have more important things to do now, otherwise I would really like to stop and make friends with him."

Qin Han had always admired A Fei.

He was like a piece of uncut jade, pure, direct, and without any beating around the bush. His world consisted only of black and white, friends and enemies.

If you treat him well, he will repay you with his life. If you become his friend, he will stand by your side without hesitation, even if it means going against the whole world.

Unfortunately……

Such a pure young man ultimately fell into the hands of Lin Xian'er, the "slayer of a thousand men".

With her angelic face and devilish methods, she manipulated Afei, turning him from a proud swordsman into a lowly sycophant, even causing him to sink into depravity and lose the courage to draw his sword.

"Why……"

Qin Han sighed inwardly and couldn't help but glance back as he sped off.

The wind and snow grew heavier, and that lonely figure had long since disappeared from sight...

"I hope that in this world, there will never be another NTR storyline like 'Anyone is fine, but Ah Fei is not.'" Qin Han thought back to when he saw that scene, how his Dao heart shattered at that time. Pure love really never ends well.

He murmured, "If I ever have the chance to meet him again in the future, I should still try to save this innocent young man. Someone like Lin Xian'er doesn't deserve the pure-hearted A-Fei."

Qin Han himself is an absolute womanizer. If he sets his sights on a woman, he will try every means to get her in order to increase his "luck". At the same time, he will use some less-than-honorable means to achieve his goals.

But this did not prevent Qin Han from admiring those who were completely different from him.

For example, there's the passionate and principled swordsman A Fei, and the chivalrous hero Guo Jing who serves his country and its people.

Qin Han himself could not do what they did because he had ambition and desire in his bones, but that did not prevent him from appreciating the character of people like A Fei and Guo Jing, and even helping them as much as he could without affecting himself.

Perhaps this is the contradictory yet precious complexity of human nature.