Jun Youyun

Chapter 3
"Academy?"

Su Baiyi in the carriage heard the commotion outside, and glanced at Tsing Yi Lang in front of him: "Why do people from the academy come here..."

There was a bit of uneasiness in the eyes of the man in Tsing Yi. He grabbed Su Baiyi's hand and tried to hold back two words from his throat: "Take...I..."

"Take you away, take you away, of course. Now I have not only agreed to the master, but also to that girl. The master said, you don't have to listen to his words, but you must not lie to the girl, especially the good-looking ones. Miss." Su Baiyi stepped forward to pick up Tsing Yilang on his back, and said to him, "I'll take advantage of the chaos and rush out from behind in a while, you should hurry up."

"Okay." Tsing Yi Lang panted heavily.

Outside the carriage, the guard who fell on the ground got up and took off his coir raincoat, the remaining three guards also jumped off the horse, and the four of them stepped forward and surrounded Feng Zuo Jun.

"Four people go up together, not bad." Facing the siege of the four people, Feng Zuo Jun didn't panic at all, even a little...excited!
"Don't overplay it." The woman in the carriage reminded.

"Don't worry, Senior Sister. The members of the Four Great Families are trash. You can see that guy Xie Yuling is vulnerable." Feng Zuojun swung the bamboo sword in his hand, and killed one of the guards.

Su Baiyi in the carriage heard the sound of fighting outside, and said with a smile: "This is the moment." He kicked the wooden board behind the carriage away, and rushed into the rain curtain with Tsing Yi Lang on his back, but After taking two steps, he stopped.

"I have already noticed that there is an aura in the carriage." A gentle voice sounded, and Su Baiyi raised his head, only to see a woman standing in front of them with an oiled paper umbrella hanging down slightly to cover the air. the woman's face.

"Senior Sister." Feng Zuo Jun shouted.

"You play with yourself, leave it to me here." The woman said lightly, she raised her umbrella slightly, and was about to speak, but the white dress had already passed by her.

"Hold on to me, this man's aura is very strong, I'm sure I can't beat him!" Su Baiyi said to Tsing Yi Lang behind him.

"Little brother's movement is fast, but it still lacks some meaning." Before Su Baiyi finished speaking, the woman appeared in front of him again.

"Damn it, then hurry up!" Su Baiyi shouted loudly, retreated to the left, and passed the woman again.

"This movement method is..." The woman raised her oil-paper umbrella slightly, revealing a pair of clear eyes, "Walk?"

"I'm going on a horse with eight weights, I don't believe she can still catch up!" Su Baiyi said proudly.

Tsing Yi Lang who had been leaning on Su Baiyi's back also breathed a sigh of relief, but then his eyes widened and he shouted in shock: "You! You! Who are you?"

"My name is Su Baiyi, your name is Tsing Yi Lang, do you think we are destined?" Su Baiyi smiled while running.

Tsing Yi Lang said "Who are you?" Naturally, he didn't want to ask Su Baiyi's name, he shouted in horror: "You are absorbing my skills!" He tried hard to take back the hand that was originally on Su Baiyi's shoulder, But his hands seemed to be sucked by Su Baiyi's body, he couldn't move at all, he could only let his internal energy flow into Su Baiyi's body continuously.

"Yes, I'm absorbing your energy, but I'm also saving you. Don't you realize that just now you were so struggling to say two words, but now you can scold me without breathing?" Su Baiyi said helplessly .

"But...but this is me." Tsing Yi Lang suddenly shed tears, "This is my only chance."

"You still have a lot of opportunities. The opportunities you think about in your heart are all for becoming famous, becoming the glory of the four major families, and being able to inherit the position of Patriarch in the future. Your opportunity is ahead." Su Baiyi stopped and looked at the woman standing under the eaves.

The girl's originally dim pupils finally brightened up. She looked at the two people in front of her with surprise and surprise, and was speechless for a while.

"I promise you, I will bring him back." Su Baiyi proudly let Tsing Yi Lang off his back.

Lang in Tsing Yi finally felt that the force sucking him had disappeared, but there was no more internal energy left in his whole body. He stood on the ground, staggered a few times but almost fell, the woman in plain clothes hurried forward to support him: "You What's wrong?"

Tsing Yilang managed to stand up with the support of the woman in plain clothes. He looked at Su Baiyi and said, "Only those who have also practiced this martial art can absorb my internal energy, otherwise you would have already lost your true energy and died. Alan, who is he!"

Without waiting for the woman to speak, Su Baiyi spoke first: "I came here by order of my teacher, and my teacher's surname is Xie. The one who is the same as you - thank you!"

Tsing Yi Lang was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and said, "How can someone from our Xie family come to help me now? These bastards are all avoiding me, just like they did to Uncle Qi back then."

"Yes. Don't you still have a seventh uncle?" Su Baiyi turned his head and looked at the end of the long street. It was just that the woman was not weak and might arrive at any time.

"Everyone knows that my seventh uncle is dead! What on earth do you mean!" Tsing Yi Lang shouted angrily, took a few steps forward, and stretched out his hand to grab Su Baiyi's shoulder.Su Baiyi turned his head and stretched out a finger, lightly flicked Tsing Yilang on the forehead, then lowered his voice, as if deliberately imitating the tone of another person: "I have warned you since I was a child, and the book is full of spring, and the long sword Don't take advantage of the time to see, Xie Xing, what are you in a hurry for!"

"You..." Tsing Yi Lang was pushed back a few steps by that finger, his eyes widened, and his expression changed drastically, but he fell back after barely uttering this word. Alan's woman stepped forward and carried Tsing Yi Lang on her back.

"I'll stay here first. Hurry up and get out of the city through the secret passage in the house." Su Baiyi's tone was hasty, as if he didn't want to say any more.

"Thank you, son!" Alan understood, carried Tsing Yi Lang on her back and walked into the house, but after walking a few steps, she stopped suddenly, then took out a scroll wrapped in kraft paper from her arms, and threw it back.

Su Baiyi reached out to take it, and pondered: "He may be very angry when he finds out, and even kill you."

"It's okay." Alan smiled bitterly, and walked into the room with Tsing Yi Lang on his back.

"It's a sad parting." Suddenly, a soft sigh sounded from the roof.

Su Baiyi hurriedly put the scroll into his bosom: "The two of them are strangers to each other, this parting is so natural, how can it be called sadness?"

"Who said you? I'm talking about the ambitious man in Tsing Yi. When he left, he bid farewell to his ambition to revive the Xie family, and bid farewell to the world he wanted to dominate. You say you are sad or not sad. "There was a bit of regret in the voice on the roof.

The rain or sweat dripped down drop by drop on Su Baiyi's forehead: "Girl, when did you arrive?"

"Of course I came with you." The girl stood on the eaves holding an oil-paper umbrella, as if she had no intention of coming down.

"I thought I was fast enough to throw you away." Su Baiyi swallowed, "Young lady's martial arts are so high, why didn't you come down and stop us?"

"Just like you, I was also entrusted by a friend surnamed Xie to rescue Tsing Yi Lang. Since you have already rescued me, I naturally have no reason to act." The girl's voice was somewhat gentle.

Su Baiyi took a slight breath, but he didn't dare to believe what the woman said, and asked tentatively: "Then girl, we are here - farewell?"

"Before you leave, I have one more thing to confirm." The woman took a step forward.

"What's the matter?" Su Baiyi tightly pressed the long sword at his waist, his hands trembling slightly.

"This matter does not require your answer." The woman raised the oil-paper umbrella and jumped down from the eaves.

"Draw the sword!" Su Baiyi shouted angrily, making a gesture to pull out the long sword from his waist.

Only one way!
There is only one chance!

Right now!

Su Baiyi raised his head, but only saw a purple dress fluttering in the wind.

A soft hand suddenly pressed Su Baiyi's hand, and then that hand pulled back gently, with a sound of brushing——

Time seemed to stand still for an instant.

When Su Baiyi came back to his senses, the woman was already standing in the heavy rain with her umbrella up and her back facing him.And above the woman's left hand, there is an extra sword.

Su Baiyi reached out his hand to touch the rainwater on his face, and finally muttered to himself: "It's terrible, it's terrible, it's terrible, I won't die here."

The woman raised the long sword in her hand and shook it lightly, shaking off the rainwater on the sword in an instant, so the two characters on the sword finally became very clearly visible.

"Your Majesty." The woman murmured in a low voice.

Su Baiyi looked at the empty scabbard, but was about to cry.Even if he could go back alive, if he lost the sword given by his master, he might be beaten to death.

"We will see you again." The woman threw the long sword in her hand into the air, the long sword swirled in the air, and finally fell back into the scabbard in Su Baiyi's hand, and then the woman walked forward holding the umbrella go.

"Girl...but you met my master?" Su Baiyi summoned up his courage and asked.

"My surname is Nangong." The woman didn't turn her head, but just replied with an unclear meaning.

Su Baiyi stood in the rain for a long time in a daze, finally came to a conclusion, and cursed angrily: "It must be another romantic debt!" He turned around to get the bookcase, but saw another figure flashing past the corner of the wall .

(End of this chapter)