nashuaworldcup Chapter 218 Gusu Yanziwu.
Chapter 218 Gusu Yanziwu.
"Madam Zhong, what's going on here...?"
Yang Ke took the initiative to speak up and fill in the awkward situation.
It was just poisoning at the time, and Yang Ke was just trying to detoxify Gan Baobao. I believe everyone here is an adult and can understand that.
"Damn the Duan family of Dali! Duan Yu, the son of Prince Duan, died at the hands of the Wuliang Sword Sect. Zhong Ling was implicated just for trying to save him. They came to our Wanchou Valley wanting to take Zhong Ling in for questioning."
"My husband refused and blocked the Dali army, allowing us to escape. Now we are in Wanchou Valley..."
"Now the troops in Dali have blocked all the roads out of Dali. I can only hide in Dali with Ling'er and wait for the situation to ease before leaving Dali and seeking revenge!"
Gan Baobao said with hatred in her eyes.
But Yang Ke knew that she actually wanted to ask Duan Zhengchun why he was causing trouble for her family.
It's important to know that Zhong Ling is Duan Zhengchun's daughter. The fact that his son is dead and he's interrogating his own daughter is enough to make Gan Baobao lose her temper.
"In that case, you can stay at the same inn as us. With me here, your safety is not a problem."
Yang Ke gestured for the two to come back to the inn with him first.
Although Dali has not yet issued arrest warrants for Gan Baobao and Zhong Ling, if the two of them wander around outside, they are really courting death.
"Alright, thank you for your help, Young Master Yang."
Gan Baobao was thinking of going to find Duan Zhengchun, but worried that bringing Zhong Ling along would cause trouble, so she agreed.
When Yang Ke brought the two back to the inn to rest, he also rushed towards the Yuxu Temple in Dali and wrote a letter, which he then gave to Dao Baifeng.
Late at night, Gan Baobao looked at the sleeping Zhong Ling, got up and left the inn, heading towards Duan Zhengchun's mansion.
"You shameless woman, you dare to secretly meet with the prince even after your husband has died, you're really something else."
"Unfortunately, your lover doesn't want to see you now and has instructed me to ambush and kill you here."
"Shoot the arrows!"
As soon as she leaped into Duan Zhengchun's palace, she was immediately surrounded by the Dali soldiers who were on guard. Then Dao Baifeng came out and directly ordered her men to fire arrows.
"Shhhhhh!"
Dao Baifeng's family was the largest tribe in Dali, so the Dali soldiers were quite obedient to this princess and immediately began to draw their bows and fire arrows without saying a word.
Gan Baobao's strength was only average, and she was terrified by the barrage of arrows. Just when she thought she was going to die, Yang Ke suddenly appeared, drew a sword flower, and knocked away all the arrows that were shot at her.
"Come on!"
Yang Ke hugged Gan Baobao and quickly headed away.
With his strength, the Dali army naturally couldn't catch up.
Gan Baobao was in a daze at this moment, partly because she heard about Zhong Wanchou's death, and partly because she thought that Duan Zhengchun really wanted to kill her to avenge Duan Yu.
Under these circumstances, she naturally had the intention to die.
"If you die, no one will care about Zhong Ling."
Yang Ke certainly understood Gan Baobao's mindset, after all, he was the one who caused all this trouble.
"Hey."
Gan Baobao sighed, unsure of what to say.
"This isn't the way back to the inn, where are we going?"
Gan Baobao then noticed that the two seemed to be heading to another place and immediately asked about it.
"Of course I'll comfort you properly. Do you think I'm inferior to Duan Zhengchun?"
Yang Ke took Gan Baobao back to the inn room he had booked long ago, and then, naturally...
Gan Baobao initially wanted to refuse, but Yang Ke knew that she didn't care about anything right now, except for something to hold onto, so he naturally wanted to make her feel fulfilled.
Otherwise, if Gan Baobao keeps threatening suicide, how can she achieve anything?
The next day, Yang Ke took Gan Baobao to Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling and told them about Gan Baobao's plan to assassinate Duan Zhengchun the night before.
Mu Wanqing was unaware of the relationship between Gan Baobao, her mother Qin Hongmian, and Duan Zhengchun. She thought Gan Baobao was just going to avenge her husband, but she didn't expect that Gan Baobao had simply suffered last night.
"Let's go, let's leave Dali first."
Yang Ke said to Mu Wanqing.
Zhong Ling was just a little girl with no opinions of her own. Since her mother didn't say anything, she obediently followed along.
After considering the appearances of Mu Wanqing and the other two, Yang Ke still opted for a horse-drawn carriage.
Anyway, he was not short of money. He had an absurd amount of gold in his spatial storage. He casually took some and bought a very comfortable carriage, heading towards the Song Dynasty.
Yang Ke and his group headed towards Yanziwu in Suzhou. The main reason they came here was that Yang Ke planned to start with Murong Fu and control Wang Yuyan.
Not long after Yang Ke left, Kumārajīva came to Tianlong Temple to ask for the Six Meridians Divine Sword. However, he never expected that the high monks of Tianlong Temple would start fighting him without saying a word.
Not only was the Six Meridians Divine Sword of Tianlong Temple lost, but Master Kurong also died.
We couldn't find anyone to begin with, and now Kumārajīva is so arrogantly demanding the Six Meridians Divine Sword, what else is there to say but attack him!
After learning from the people of Tianlong Temple that the Six Meridians Divine Sword had been stolen, Kumārajīva immediately thought of the Murong Clan of Gusu.
Thinking of this, he naturally fled Dali and came to Yanziwu in Suzhou.
Although Yang Ke and Mu Wanqing set off early, when he arrived in Suzhou, Murong family maid Abi appeared and prepared to take Kumārajīva to Tingxiang Pavilion.
"Wait a moment, we also need to go to Swallow's Nest. Miss Abi, please wait a moment."
Yang Ke waved and called to Abi, who was about to row the boat.
"Oh? Young hero, are you also going to Yanziwu? What a coincidence."
When Kumārajīva saw Yang Ke with three female relatives, he pretended to ask questions because he was unsure of the situation.
"Isn't this Master Kumārajīva? What a coincidence, I am Yang Ke."
Yang Ke responded with a very amusing smile.
He really didn't expect Kumārajīva to arrive so quickly, but if he knew the reason, he would probably be overjoyed.
After all, it was Yang Ke who killed Master Kurong and took away the Six Meridians Divine Sword, but it was Kumārajīva who took the blame.
"Does Benefactor Yang know this humble monk?"
Kumārajīva looked at Yang Ke's youthful appearance and was immediately surprised.
"Because your kung fu comes from the same school as mine, it's hard to say whether your senior master has told you."
Yang Ke smiled and then told a riddle.
"Oh, may I ask who Young Master Yang's master is?"
Kumārajīva was startled, but still asked the question calmly.
"Wu Yazi".
If he were a good person, then Kumārajīva would undoubtedly be a villain who must be killed. But since he was not a good person, telling Kumārajīva his background might get him a job as an errand boy, which wouldn't be bad.
In reality, Yang Ke felt that Kumārajīva's search for the Six Meridians Divine Sword was more of an instruction from Li Qiushui.
The martial arts collection in Xiaoyao City is vast. Wang Yuyan's ability to understand so many martial arts techniques is actually thanks to the secret manuals left behind by Li Qiushui, but most people are unaware of this.
"So you are the sect leader's esteemed disciple, Kumārajīva is very polite."
Kumārajīva was taught the Lesser Formless Skill by Li Qiushui, so he was naturally considered a disciple of the Free and Unfettered Sect. However, compared to Yang Ke, who learned the pure internal energy of the Free and Unfettered Sect, he was not as free.
Of course, this is on the premise that Yang Ke is stronger than Kumārajīva; otherwise, Kumārajīva would only be polite on the surface and might even take advantage of him.