Yanfu: Starting with the Six-Eared Macaque

If it were an ordinary person, they might actually be fooled by their attire.

However, Chen Xing established himself through magic tricks and had been navigating the world of martial arts for many years. His ability to judge people and their expressions was a fundamental skill for making a living. With the added benefit of the "Principles of the Mind," he naturally developed his own unique way of judging people.

At this moment, although the woman was facing away from Chen Xing and seemed to be listening to her companion, her brows were tightly furrowed, her eyes were fixed on the closed gate of the Prince's Mansion, her lips were pressed together, and the muscles in her cheeks were slightly raised, revealing that she was clenching her molars, revealing an intense emotion that was being forcibly suppressed, which seemed to be anger or resentment.

Her companion, seemingly casually resting one hand on the edge of the table, had the other hand hidden under the table, gripping the woman's wrist knuckles tightly, the knuckles turning white from the force.

He lowered his head, his lips moving rapidly, clearly whispering something urgently, trying to soothe or stop his companion.

However, his furrowed brows and the wary glances he made frequently towards the Prince's residence before quickly looking away betrayed that his inner peace was not as calm as it appeared.

Chen Xing lowered his head to eat the wontons in his bowl, but his gaze, through the rising steam, subtly glanced at the couple, taking in their expressions and movements.

Not long after, the couple hurriedly paid their bill and got up to walk towards the alley behind the Prince's Mansion. Chen Xing also quickly paid his money and, using the clutter piled up in the alley and the shadows of the walls as cover, quietly followed them, always keeping a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

As they walked deeper into the alley, the two stopped and stood face to face, speaking in hushed tones with a hint of anxiety in their voices.

Chen Xing silently clung to the shadows on the other side of the corner, holding his breath and suppressing his presence to a minimum. In the distance, fragmented conversation drifted over on the evening breeze and reached his ears.

"Brother! Why are you stopping me! Fifty paces! That corrupt official is only fifty paces away from us, I can definitely kill him!" The woman's voice was filled with deep resentment and unwillingness, and her tone was trembling with excitement.

"Mo Chou!" The man's voice was even lower, filled with suppressed rage. "In broad daylight, in front of the Prince's mansion! Didn't you see the Qing soldiers carrying spears behind us? If we rush in, we'll only be throwing our lives away; we won't even have a chance to get close!"

"As long as I can kill that corrupt official and avenge my parents, what does it matter if I lose my life!" The woman called Mochou's tone suddenly became fierce, with a do-or-die determination. "If you're afraid of dying, leave now! I'll storm in myself and take that corrupt official's head!"

"Mo Chou!!" the man growled, his voice filled with suppressed pain, his eyes reddening. "Father and Mother are gone! You are now my only family in this world!" He took a heavy breath, his tone filled with an almost desperate resolve. "Listen to me, tonight at midnight, we'll climb over the west wall. If we have to fight or kill, I'll die before you!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Xing, who was hiding in the shadows, turned his gaze slightly and quietly cast a glance at the man's profile, a thought flashing through his mind.

[A Glimpse of Beauty] Activated!

Name: Mo Mingxuan

Status: Healthy

Specialization: Ancient martial arts 55%

Skill: Boxer Rebellion

Mo Mingxuan and his sister's parents were originally Boxers who had repeatedly fought alongside the Qing government against foreigners. However, Empress Dowager Cixi betrayed them, issuing an edict designating the Boxers as bandits and ordering a complete crackdown. Ultimately, the couple were killed in a fierce battle against the Qing army led by Prince Chun, Zaifeng. The brother and sister escaped by chance and were determined to seek revenge.

Threat Level: Red

"You two."

A calm, even voice came from the shadows, causing the air in the alley to freeze and the conversation between the brother and sister to come to an abrupt halt.

"who!"

The brother and sister felt their hair stand on end instantly, immediately adopting a defensive stance, their eyes piercing the source of the sound like sharp swords.

Mo Chou's fingertips swiftly brushed past her waist, and a gleaming short dagger was firmly held in her palm. Her eyes warily scanned her surroundings.

"The people who will help you."

Chen Xing slowly stepped out of the shadows. His face was blurred in the dim light, but his eyes were clear and calm, looking directly at them. His tone was calm, but his right hand had already quietly gripped the sharp diamond playing card, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

"Playing tricks!"

Mo Chou, filled with resentment and with nowhere to vent it, saw that the newcomer was suspicious. Without saying a word, she sprang up like an arrow, her short dagger aimed straight at Chen Xing's throat. Her attack was swift and deadly.

Chen Xing had anticipated this. Just as the dagger was about to reach his throat, he leaned back slightly and nimbly slid half a step to the side, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow. At the same time, the playing card in his right hand flew out.

call out!call out!call out!

The three bursts of energy almost overlapped in a straight line, and the [square] shot out in a "品" shape, precisely targeting Mo Mingxuan who was following closely behind, forcing him to retreat and defend.

Mo Mingxuan's forward momentum suddenly stopped, his pupils contracted sharply, and he twisted his body to dodge, barely avoiding the flying playing cards. The cards grazed his sleeve, leaving three shallow scratches.

In a flash, Mo Chou used the momentum of her charge to spin around, her dagger shifting from a thrust to a slash, aiming with tremendous force at Chen Xing's shoulder and neck. Chen Xing, with a swift movement of his left hand, sliced ​​out a diamond card, its edge facing upwards, and deftly parried the blade!

"when!"

The thin playing card clashed with the sharp dagger, producing a piercing metallic clang. Surprisingly, the playing card held firm against the dagger's attack, without being cut in the slightest.

Before Mo Chou could recover, Chen Xing flicked a piece of hemp rope from his right sleeve. The end of the rope was taut like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, and it pierced straight at her face.

Mo Chou turned her head in shock as the rope grazed her cheek, sending a stinging pain through her.

Her anger intensified, and she swung the dagger horizontally, intending to sever Chen Xing's wrist. Unexpectedly, Chen Xing suddenly ducked, dodging the dagger, and with a quick turn of his feet, he vanished from her sight in an instant, taking advantage of the moment Mo Chou swung her knife.

"Behind you!"

Mo Mingxuan reminded him urgently, his tone anxious.

Upon hearing the sound, Mo Chou did not hesitate and twisted her waist to stab back, but there was no one behind her, only a piece of hemp rope that strangely wrapped around her wrist.

Chen Xing had already teleported behind her again, his movements swift and silent.

Seeing this, Mo Mingxuan knew he had met a tough opponent. He let out a low roar and no longer held back. He threw a powerful straight punch at Chen Xing's ribs. The punch was fierce and sharp, clearly demonstrating his solid external martial arts skills and immense power.

Chen Xing, however, seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. With a slight shift in his footing, the powerful fist grazed past his clothes, failing to cause him any harm.

The rope in his hand was like a living thing, twisting and turning in the air, precisely looping around Mo Mingxuan's wrist.

Mo Mingxuan reacted extremely quickly, immediately bending his arm to pull back, trying to use brute force to close the distance between them. At the same time, he delivered a swift and fierce kick straight at Chen Xing's waist and abdomen, his move suddenly and viciously changed.

As if he had anticipated this, Chen Xing loosened and twitched the rope around the other's wrist, dissipating the pulling force, while the other end of the rope wrapped around Mo Mingxuan's ankle like a venomous snake.

Mo Mingxuan was terrified. He felt his hands and feet tighten and his movements became sluggish.

Chen Xing's figure remained as nimble as a duckweed in the wind, moving nimbly between their stormy attacks. He seemed to be dodging left and right with great danger, but with each movement, the rope in his hand would inexplicably extend, tripping, entangling, or ensnaring him with precision.