012 Gentle as Jade

“Who dares to stop the carriage of my Linghu General’s Manor? Do you disdain your life for being too long? Scram!” Linghu Shui Yue lowered her voice, saying in a deep voice.

Under the faint moonlight, two masked men in black chuckled coldly, their shadow lengthened on the ground, making the night instantly become strange and dangerous.

One of the people in black asked in a hoarse voice: “Is the on in the carriage Linghu young master, Linghu Huo Ri?”

“What about it?”

“It is rumored in the pugilistic world, Linghu young master has an ancient Wu Ming Fan, with the eight characters “Modest gentleman, gentle as jade”. It is a legit famous artist Xiao Jun’s penmanship. Can us two brothers borrow the fan for a look?”

“Not borrowing! A’San, let’s go, ignore them!” Linghu Shui Yue did indeed have a fan in her hand but she didn’t know if this fan was called “Wu Ming Fan”.

Was this fan really some kind of treasure?

A voice that only Linghu Shui Yue can hear said: “This fan of my brother’s has a mechanism! Just pull the trigger and it will become a small bow.”

“En.”

Wasn’t it only a paper fan? Though it was constructed very intricately. Snapping it open, a faint scent wafted into her nose, on it, there were indeed the eight characters: “Modest gentleman, gentle as jade.”

Taking a closer look, she discovered the secret behind it!

Under the moonlight, blocking the carriage to borrow a fan, doesn’t that mean they knew in advance that the one in the carriage was Linghu young master? Was it as simple as borrowing a fan? She’s afraid if this isn’t robbery then there was a much more intricate purpose.

Linghu Shui Yue used the handle of the fan to lift away the curtains of the carriage. At first glance, under the moonlight, the two masked men in black cut off in front of the carriage, the coachman A’San fearfully pulled the carriage to a stop.

Hearing Linghu young master tell him to continue driving the carriage, he whipped the horse’s buttocks, continued on the road.

It was at this moment, two men in black suddenly drew up from the ground, instantly flying towards Linghu Shui Yue, five-clawed golden dragon stretched out, together to grab at the fan in Linghu Shui Yue’s hand.

Linghu Shui Yue twin hands lightly clapped once, two of Linghu family’s soldiers rushed out of the darkness with sword in hand, intercepting the two men in black.

Linghu Shui Yue only brought along two family soldiers because she didn’t expect there to be people to try to steal the ancient fan in her hands halfway. This was Linghu Huo Ri’s personal object. She definitely cannot let it be “borrowed” by others.

The people in Linghu General’s Manor, even if they were only minor family soldiers, their martial arts were very good. But facing these two men in black, they expended a great effort in the fight, seemingly not a match for these two.

Just as they were locked in a struggle, suddenly, another man in black from the left sneak attacked Linghu Shui Yue who was lifting the curtain of the carriage looking om.

Linghu Shui Yue was just about to trigger the mechanism on the fan, taken by surprise, a white shadow snuck up on her from the right, accompanied by a voice coldly saying: “Where do you thief come from? Who dares to attack Linghu young master? Die!”

The sword flashed! A white shadow flashed by like lightning!

Linghu Shui Yue never imagined that this white shadow was ninth lord You wang. It was even more unexpected that his skill was so swift! So fast that it passed in a blink of an eye! The mechanism in her hand hasn’t even been triggered!

The sound has yet to arrive yet the body already has as if a phantom. She suddenly felt something tighten around her waist and she was being firmly wrapped in an arm, suddenly lifted away from the carriage.

“What are you holding this young master for? This young master doesn’t need ninth lord to poke your nose in other’s business!” Linghu Shui Yue was instantly held leaping into the air, a gleaming sword appeared in ninth lord’s hand, like a lightning bolt.

“Don’t want to die, scram!” Ninth lord’s voice sounded in the moonlit night.

“Ah! It’s God of war, You wang!” the men in black fled very fast as if being scared off by ninth lord’s name.