Young man, please stay

Chapter 11 Destroy the Blood Knife Sect

Qin Lang had actually never done night watch work before. He always followed natural standards in the sky, working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

Occasionally I woke up in the middle of the night, either because I was peeing, or I was woken up by the sneaky senior sister next to me in some strange way.

Therefore, Qin Lang's first day of vigil after rescuing Su Yinping and the two was actually the first vigil in his life.

……

When the sky turned white and the first rooster in the city crowed in the distance, Qin Lang found some thatch to build himself on because he was not used to it, and leaned against the end of the bed to take a nap.

This sleep lasts for an hour.

When Qin Lang woke up, the morning fog had just cleared.

There was a thin blanket wrapped around him by someone who didn't know.

There was a slight commotion in the room. Qin Lang leaned against the corner and stretched. He looked up and saw a girl in black adding firewood and boiling water in front of the small earthen stove at the other end of the room.

On the bed, a beautiful woman was sitting cross-legged on the bed, with her black hair tied up in a bun and her jade hands pinched. Because the color of her face was obviously much better than yesterday, her whole person looked more delicate and graceful.

"You still insist on practicing even though you are injured?"

Qin Lang's voice sounded sleepy, which was considered a greeting.

The woman on the bed opened her eyes and saw the faint smile on Qin Lang's face. First, a subconscious association of "He is so good-looking" flashed through her mind. Then she realized that her identity should not be so "casual". After clearing her throat He said softly:
  "I just woke up, so I simply ran down my mental skills... Qin Lang, thank you for your hard work."

"Hey, it's okay."

Not to mention, Qin Lang felt inexplicably fond of hearing this little woman call his name in a gentle tone, and there was always an indescribable sense of... happiness.

"How is your body?"

"It's okay. I was a little hot last night, and now there are some places on my body...a little sore and a little itchy..."

"Huh? Which places?"

"that is…"

Su Yinping glanced sideways at a girl who was silently boiling water in the room. After lowering her voice, her pretty face warmed up slightly:
  "It's just those holes you touched yesterday... they occasionally feel itchy..."

"Have you ever rubbed it?"

"No at first, but later I couldn't hold it back and started rubbing it..."

"The results of it?"

"The more I rubbed it, the more itchy it became. It wasn't until dawn that I practiced the exercises for a while..."

"This is a normal phenomenon. It happens during the recovery period, but it is easy to cause problems by rubbing the wound... So, next time, don't rub it yourself. If you feel itchy, come to me and I will help you apply more."

"..."

"Uh... don't worry. Don't click on those before. Clicking on other places will also promote your body's recovery."

……

Having said that, there is a saying that the speaker is unintentional and the listener is intentional.

While the two of them were chatting on one side, someone sitting in front of the earthen stove on the other side always felt that something was wrong with the words of the madam and the young hero.

I don't know what's wrong, but there's something... I don't really want to hear.

And just as it happened, Gu Jin actually had something she really wanted to hear.

This is why she quietly pricked up her ears after Qin Lang woke up.

……

"By the way, there's something."

Qin Lang spoke again. Gu Jin, who was sitting in front of the stove, plucked a piece of firewood repeatedly. It was obvious that her mind was not on boiling water.

Qin Lang looked at himself and saw that someone had covered him with a thin quilt while he was sleeping. He felt warm in his heart and looked at Su Yinping who was putting on shoes and socks with a smile:
  "Thank you."

I have to say that Qin Lang is really the kind of person who is more approachable when he smiles. Su Yinping's cheeks turned red and her almond-shaped eyes blinked randomly:

"What are you thanking me for..."

"It's nothing, just think of it as thanks for the fate of meeting you."

Forget it if you don’t admit it.

Qin Lang could understand Su Yinpinggui's reserve as the princess, even though he was just covering her up with a quilt secretly.

boom!
  "?"

However, for some reason, a girl who was boiling water in front of the stove suddenly threw away the tongs, stood up with a sullen face, and walked out of the house.

"Miss Sumire, where are you going?"

"..."

Miss Jin stopped and turned to look at Qin Lang coldly. She didn't want to talk to him at all and continued walking outside the house.

Snapped!
  By the way, he opened the door with some force.

"..."

Qin Lang looked at Su Yinping confused. Su Yinping, who was also confused, could only apologize:
  "Jin'er has always been shy about meeting strangers. Don't worry about it... But despite her lack of words, she should be just as sensitive as an ordinary little girl. There may always be times when she needs to vent her emotions suddenly."

"Ah."

Qin Lang nodded slowly:

"I chatted with her for a while last night, and I really felt something..."

Su Yinping was surprised when he heard this:

"Did you chat with her last night?"

"correct."

"Did she talk a lot?"

"Not many, just a dozen or so sentences, and they were hesitating like abacus beads, one or two words popping out."

"..."

Little did Qin Lang know that Su Yinping was actually quite surprised by this.

After all, when he was in the capital, Su Yinping might not be able to hear a dozen words from Gu Jin in a month.

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"Nvxia, you can actually consider staying in an inn. It's much more comfortable than here."

"No need, people in the city are too picky...I think this place is pretty good."

……

Being crowded is just a way of saying it. To put it bluntly, it means that Su Yinping has just experienced a disaster. A quiet place with few people like Qin Lang's place can actually make her feel more at ease.

……

"Okay, then I'll go to the city to buy some rice and vegetables. You and Miss Sumire can walk around now. In the next few days, you can also go to the city, go shopping, listen to books and so on... Oh no."

Qin Lang thought for a while:
  "Don't listen to the book."

"why?"

Su Yinping is still interested. My sister especially likes to listen to books and read essays. Su Yinping is also somewhat influenced by it.

"Well... the local storytellers are not very serious."

"?"

"What you said is not very elegant."

"???"

"Anyway, it's better not to listen. There's nothing good to hear." The princess on the bed tilted her head blankly. Qin Lang suddenly wanted to stuff a candied haws or something into her mouth, which might make her look even more cute.

squeak-

Opening the door, Qin Lang looked around and saw a young girl leading two horses to graze under the locust tree.

As expected of a bodyguard with assassin attributes, she seemed to hear the sound of the door opening from a distance and looked back.

Qin Lang raised his arms and waved to her, but she immediately turned her head back decisively.

"..."

Why does this guy feel... like he's angry with himself...

Are you still thinking about what happened last night?
  shouldn't...

Only then did Qin Lang realize that a girl's heart is just like a woman's heart, they are like needles in the sea that cannot be touched or grasped.

……

"Then I'm leaving."

"Uh-huh."

Qin Lang left the house and walked from Qingniugang to the county gate. Su Yinping looked at his back from behind, folded his hands in front of his lower abdomen, and called out out of nowhere:
  "Come back soon..."

"okay!"

After shouting, the princess standing there stretched her neck again, stood on tiptoe with her embroidered shoes, and stared at Qin Lang's back for a long time. When she turned around, she happened to see Gu Jin leading the two horses back. Overjoyed:
  "Jin'er, you're back."

"Ah."

The girl tied the horse and said without raising her head:
  "lady."

"Ok?"

"You'd better stop looking at that person like that when he goes out in the future."

"why?"

"Over time, it will turn into a Wang Fu Stone."

"Eh…?!"

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When Qin Lang entered the city, he didn't just buy groceries.

And this time when he went to the city, he even tore a piece of cloth to make a face towel and wore it, keeping a low profile because the Blood Knife Sect came out again.

……

I still remember that during the reign of the late Emperor Zhaotong, Bai Yutang, a generation of thieves, once said: If you are not afraid of thieves stealing, you are afraid that thieves will miss you.

The king of thieves is afraid of being remembered by thieves, let alone ordinary people.

Qin Lang is an ordinary person who is afraid of being remembered by thieves.

Therefore, yesterday he had a brief understanding of Su Yinping's experience. Based on his description, he judged that the strength of the disciples under the Blood Knife Sect was definitely not as good as his own.

And what they are best at is nothing more than shady things like drugging.

Qin Lang had been tricked once by Xue Gui. He didn't know why. After descending from the Tianshan Mountains, his internal strength cultivation speed was horribly slow. If he wanted to be able to ignore Ruanjinsan or Ecstasy, he still couldn't. Far from enough.

But precisely because of this, Qin Lang couldn't sit still and wait for death.

Although he is now under the jurisdiction of Jianping County and is protected by the government and Tianhe Sect, one day he will have to go out sooner or later.

Rather than being avenged by the well-prepared members of the Blood Knife Sect, Qin Lang decided that he would take the initiative to find the Blood Knife Sect's lair and destroy it directly in advance!
  Of course, to outsiders, the young hero's idea may seem bold.

But Qin Lang had similar experiences in Tianshan after all.

When he was sixteen years old, with the same mentality, when he went to destroy the snow wolf lair, those snow wolves were far more ferocious than the disciples of the Blood Knife Sect.

……

"Sir."

"Sit down, freshly brewed horsetail tea, one penny for one... yo? Young Master Qin?"

When the old storyteller at the tea stall saw the scarf on Qin Lang's face, he immediately lowered his voice and looked around:
  "Young Master Qin, what are you..."

"It's not harmful. It's nothing. I just want to keep a low profile. Sit down and talk."

It was obvious that the old man was serious. Qin Lang sat down at a small table and asked the storyteller:
  “Is there anyone in the county that sells medicinal herbs?”

"Herbal medicine? Medical clinic?"

"No, it's just that...well...the old gentleman once said that the world is huge and the martial arts world is rich. I'm planning to go for a walk, but I'm afraid I'll encounter some unscrupulous shop on the road and give me some perspiration medicine or something..."

"Oh--"

After saying this, the storyteller immediately understood everything and pointed to the north:
  "Young hero went north, and there lived Granny Jin by the river. It is said that she was originally from the Five Immortals Sect in Yizhou. Although the Five Immortals Sect is one of the twelve sects, it has always obeyed the Tianhe Sect for a long time. This Jin My mother-in-law also came to Qingzhou with the Tianhe Sect. She can make a kind of Xingnao pill. Hunters in the county used to take it in their mouths, so they would not be afraid of miasma when they went into the forest. It was somewhat invulnerable to all poisons. Qin Shaoxia might as well go find her. Ask for a few."

Qin Lang set off immediately after hearing this. Not to mention, Granny Jin was not a weirdo like Qin Lang imagined, she was just an ordinary and kind old lady. When she heard that Qin Lang needed Xingnao Pills, she took them without asking what they were for. I readily gave him ten.

With this thing, Qin Lang can temporarily repair the shortcoming of insufficient internal strength to resist poison.

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That night, Qin Lang and Su Yinping learned more about the location where they were attacked and other details. When he learned that Qin Lang was going to take down the Blood Knife Sect alone, Su Yinping immediately said it was too dangerous.

At this time, Qin Lang had only revealed to the two of them that he had killed Xue Gui, the leader of the Blood Knife Sect half a month ago.

"It turns out that..."

"Well, so on the one hand, I must have been targeted by the Blood Knife Sect. On the other hand, it can be said that the Blood Knife Sect came back to the world because of me. You... can be regarded as being implicated by me, I..."

"No, you can't say that."

Su Yinping looked serious and firmly disagreed with Qin Lang's statement:

"What does it mean to be implicated? Is it wrong for a chivalrous man to kill a thief? This is rebellion against Tiangang! Qin Lang, no one will blame you for this matter, including me and Jin'er. If a chivalrous man is guilty of doing justice, , then what kind of world have I, Great Zhou, become?"

In fact, as Su Yinping is the princess, Qin Lang is very pleased that she can have such an attitude.

As for Qin Lang himself, because the fact did happen, he still wants to be responsible to some extent.

In short, after confessing the cause and effect like this, Qin Lang really planned to leave for the official road where the Blood Knife Gate was haunted the next evening.

"Miss Jin, can I borrow the purple horse you snatched?"

"..."

The girl who had not spoken to Qin Lang for a whole day and night remained silent when she heard Qin Lang's request. She still looked at him indifferently and stood in front of the horse post, holding her hands tightly. Horse rope…

　Recommend a book.

　　"Please Your Highness to Kill the Demon"

　　Zhaoning twenty years.

　　Pei Xiunian finally waited for this destined opportunity to rise to prominence.

　　That day, he killed Prince Zhou Zhou and replaced him.

　　-

　　"Tell me, who did you meet last night?"

　　The Queen Mother sneered and threw out several portraits. They were of the Qingqiu Fox Demon, the White-robed Sword Cultivator, and the Taoist-robed Imperial Master.

　　Pei Xiunian gritted his teeth and swore: "Heaven and earth can be a lesson, I haven't gone anywhere!"

　　"Don't tell me? Someone lock the door!"

(End of this chapter)