Han Chen's body was like a graceful swan as he streaked across the sky, leaving behind an arc. After flying a long distance, Han Chen's feet landed heavily on the ground with a bang, accurately landing in front of the soldier.
"What kind of Qinggong is this?!"
He thought that he could escape, but Han Chen fell from the sky. The leader was so scared that his face turned pale.
He knew that he couldn't escape, so he knelt down in a panic and kowtowed to beg," Hero, please spare my life. I was blind and offended you. Please have mercy, have mercy."”
"Mercy? Too late!"
Bang!
Han Chen's eyes were cold as he struck the top of his head with his palm.
The leader's body slowly softened, and blood flowed out of his seven orifices. Before he died, he stammered,"General Guo will definitely take revenge."
Before he could finish, he had already died.
General Guo?
Guo Zixing?
He was a famous leader of the Revolutionary Army in history and was even Zhu Yuanzhang's foster father.
But would Han Chen care about his revenge?
Of course not!
After taking the life of this good-for-nothing, he had obtained 10 points. Although it was a little less, he could quickly buy an Easter egg.
Han Chen sheathed his sword and left the forest. He returned to the village and came to Zhou Zhiruo's side.
"Zhiruo, let's go."
The sun was setting in the west, and the sky was filled with dazzling neon lights. The forest of Cang Mountain was dyed red. Han Chen rode his horse with an ancient sword hanging at his waist as he left with Zhou Zhiruo.
After riding for a few days, they finally arrived at the Han River. It happened to be a heavy autumn rain, and it happened to be late at night. Zhou Zhiruo came here every year to pay her respects, and she knew that there was a small town ahead.
"Young Sect Master, the rain is getting heavier. Let's find an inn tonight and go to the riverside tomorrow morning.”
"Sure!"
Han Chen nodded in agreement.
Zhou Zhiruo led the way and soon found the inn.
"Please come in."
"Ah, so it's Miss Zhou."
In front of the inn, the waiter saw the two of them and quickly came out to lead the horse.
Zhou Zhiruo paid her respects every year and stayed here many times. The waiter recognized her long ago." Miss Zhou, you're really filial. You visit the grave at this time every year. If Old Master Zhou knows about this, he'll definitely be happy."”
"Oh right, Young Hero Song from Wudang Mountain came again this year, and he arrived in three days!”
As the waiter said this, he led the horse into the backyard in the rain and gradually walked away.
Young Hero Song?
Could it be that person from Wudang Mountain?
The waiter's words reminded Han Chen of someone. His eyes flashed and he smiled faintly. He did not think much of it and brought Zhou Zhiruo into the inn. He casually ordered a few dishes.
The dishes were quickly served on the table. The candlelight in the inn was dim, and it was raining heavily outside.
Zhou Zhiruo's beautiful eyes were clear. The waiter's words just now made her feel very complicated. She was worried that Han Chen would take offense, so she would put food into his bowl from time to time.
"Zhiruo!"
Suddenly, a handsome young man walked down from the stairs on the second floor of the inn.
This youth was wearing a Wudang Daoist robe. He had delicate features and a sword hanging from his waist. Behind him were a few young Taoist priests. They all looked at him respectfully. Clearly, his status was quite noble.
Zhou Zhiruo raised her head and frowned when she heard the young Daoist's shout.
Song Qingshu!
The thing she was most worried about had happened.
"Zhiruo, what a coincidence."
Song Qingshu walked over happily." Father asked me to come to Hanshui for some business. I didn't expect to meet you again."”
Zhou Zhiruo frowned slightly and nodded lightly." Senior Brother Song Qingshu."”
Emei Sect and Wudang Sect had always been on good terms. Zhou Zhiruo had greeted him before, so she didn't say anything more to him.
Just like the original plot, Song Qingshu couldn't forget Zhou Zhiruo.
It turned out that he knew that Zhou Zhiruo would come here every year at this time to offer sacrifices to her ancestors. Hence, he had specially left Mount Wudang and rushed over early to wait for her. He had only wanted to meet her once. The so-called coincidental meeting was just an excuse.
After greeting Song Qingshu, Zhou Zhiruo ignored him. She picked up a piece of fish and placed it in Han Chen's bowl." This is a bass from Han River. It's a specialty here. Try it!"”
Song Qingshu furrowed his brows. He noticed Han Chen beside Zhou Zhiruo. Initially, he didn't think much of Han Chen, but when he saw Zhou Zhiruo being so intimate with him, he instantly became angry.
"Brat, who are you?"
Song Qingshu shouted, his eyes fixed on Han Chen with hostility.
"Don't be rude to Young Sect Master!" Zhou Zhiruo stood up and shouted.”
Young Sect Leader?
The Young Sect Leader of Emei, Han Chen, who had severely injured Kong Xing?
Song Qingshu's expression changed slightly, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes. He had not expected that this cold and handsome youth was the Young Sect Master of Emei, whose name shook the pugilistic world.
Han Chen's domineering methods had long spread throughout the martial world, and Song Qingshu naturally knew about it.
One sword attack had severely injured Kong Xing, the divine monk. He dared to offend Shaolin, which greatly shocked the reputation of Emei.
Moreover, he heard that Mistress Annihilation did not blame Han Chen at all when she heard about this. Instead, she praised Han Chen for handling it well and even handed over the power of Emei to him.
Song Qingshu couldn't afford to offend such a person!
Even his father, Song Yuanqiao, could not afford to offend him.
"He is Han Chen!"
" Young Sect Leader of Emei, Han Chen!"
"The young sect master of Emei Sect who heavily injured the holy monk Kong Xing with one strike?”
In the inn, the rich guests who were eating were all shocked.
Song Qingshu cupped his fists and greeted him with a smile." So it's Brother Han. I've heard a lot about you. I'm sorry for offending you just now. Please don't take offense, Brother Han. Just put the money for the meal on my tab."”
After finding out Han Chen's identity, Song Qingshu's attitude changed.
Han Chen held the wine glass in his hand and slowly raised it. He drank it slowly, then put down the glass. He locked his gaze on Song Qingshu from the corner of his eye, and his gaze instantly turned as cold as a knife.
"The dignity of Emei Sect cannot be insulted!"
"Take my palm and I'll spare you!"
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