The Demon Swordsman 2
Ch. 203 - Three Spears
The shadows of the night had long since disappeared in Qingyun City, changing with the scorching heat of the sun burning down the streets of the city. This morning Qi Baixuan looked even more moody than usual, she was going to be alone in this house. Lan Zhuxian was an obedient and hardworking child, Qi Baixuan would really miss him one day.
But what could be made, Qi Baixuan could not hold Lan Zhuxian back with her. Xin Chen was about to leave, barely forgetting Lan Zhuxian who was going to come with him.
Qi Baixuan who delivered the departure of Lan Zhuxian whom he had already considered like a child himself became a little dramatic, the man turned out to be nothing more than a lonely old man. Xin Chen had thought so but did not want to disturb the burly man who was crying. The news of Lan Zhuxian's departure became pleasant news in the ears of the mayor of Qingyun City, some of them had clustered to see the three people.
"Ha, go too she disaster it. Damn carrier," cursed one of the residents. It is unclear who said it because of the crowd whispered.
Lan Zhuxian tried to ignore him but still, a flock of little children ran under his feet while exclaiming happily, "Disaster is gone! Disaster go!"
Little laughs rang out, Lan Zhuxian put on a calm face, she tried not to put those words to heart. It is true that the attack seven years ago was a disaster caused by the Qing Empire. Yet the people here struck flat that everyone from other empires were disaster bearers. This racist attitude is no secret, especially they become more aggressive when the person has martial skills.
Xin Chen was quite embarrassed to see the lopsided treatment that the inhabitants of this city had done to Lan Zhuxian, even the so-called peaceful city did something like this. He won't lengthen, "We have to go."
"Tu-wait!" shouted Qi Baixuan.
"Grandfather Qi, this is already the fifth time you've said that." Xin Chen put on an annoyed face, a heavy breath sounded back after that. Qi Baixuan scoffed, "This one is really the last."
The man faced towards Xin Chen then bowed in front of him. "Whatever your goals, Second Young Master Xin, I will always support you. So you don't have to worry if no one's standing by your side."
Xin Chen patted her on the shoulder, telling Qi baixuan to straighten her back. "Alright, you're the first to acknowledge my purpose. Thank you, Grandpa Qi."
Qi Baixuan smiled happily, "Finally I can see your hospitality, Second Young Master Xin. Haha."
"Young Master, from today on I vow to serve you, risking my own life. Thank you for accepting me."
Xin Chen folded both his hands. "Well the map goes, where is Shangyu Bridge?"
Lan Zhuxian was not even bothered at all with the call. "Present south from here, across the border near the hills of the Young Master."
The two young men's footsteps passed through a tall tower built at the end of Qingyun town. The face of the first city leader in the city is carved in the form of a statue. His body was a little thick with a face full of ambition, unfortunately the beauty of the statue was lost by bird droppings on his hair.
"The present government is too rotten." Xin Chen was still looking at the statue, the era before everything changed as it was now, the Shang Empire was like a paradise for white warriors. The small allusions that occurred in the villages were even taken seriously by the ten Pillars of the Empire. Unfortunately, the six Pillars of the Empire have been lost to wars in the past. With the Devil Sword that disappeared. Leave the pillars chosen recklessly - and sometimes only appointed not because of strength and also his views that reflect the figure of the hero. Rather appointed by the new advisors who were power-crazy; appointed the Imperial Pillar based on blood ties.
And what happened now, there was hardly an Imperial Pillar that did not have the background as an Imperial Pillar. Important tasks are sometimes represented only by sending soldiers without taking further action.
"I think this Empire is so beautiful. If I had been born here ...."
"Are you thrown out by them? Your family? Your brother?"
Lan Zhuxian cleared his throat. " I'm actually from a wealthy family. Our family created a firearm like a bomb that can destroy a city."
Lan Zhuxian's story made Xin Chen stop with a serious look. Lan Zhuxian was no different seriously, his flat and calm face made a gripping aura appear around him.
"Young Master doesn't need to be too serious, I'm just kidding." He said lightly, "I'm just a coastal man who lost his home. That's it."
Xin Chen sneered faintly, Lan Zhuxian joked while putting on a serious look. Fortunately, he did not believe it right away. "Your sense of humor is strange too, but if the story is really good too. You can create a weapon ..." Xin Chen's speech was interrupted, seeing Lan Zhuxian instead stop at the talisman seller's merchandise.
"Oi, oi, the map goes." Xin Chen approached. Looking at Lan Zhuxian's view.
"This talisman belongs to Master Yuhao. Young Master, you must need this safety talisman"
Lan Zhuxian was stunned as she could not touch Xin Chen, the talisman in her hand hung up and Xin Chen picked it up undisturbed.
But his hand immediately threw out the talisman, making the merchant look strangely at the young man. He was angry even though he still maintained his ethics. " I know this is just cheap merchandise, but at least appreciate a little."
Xin Chen apologized, not expecting his actions to offend the seller. The talisman that Lan Zhuxian had taken earlier was a spirit-exorcising talisman. Xin Chen had no idea who Master Yuhao was referring to, but it was certain that the figure was definitely a very strong person.
"What's the Young Master?"
Xin Chen apologized once again to the seller, dragging Lan Zhuxian from there. They must travel quickly before the sun sets.
Directly opposite the city of Qingyun, a nameless village located on the edge of the wilderness, they arrived there at the beginning of the night. There the inhabitants are few, they live by relying on money to cut wood. Xin Chen was sure that he was not sure if they could spend the night in the village, looking very shabby and one small house could house up to nine people.
As they were about to head for the road to the village, three men with spears came forward. Wielding spear eyes right at their necks.
"Who are you?!"