Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 118: I'm in Big Trouble

"Shilin City..."

This sudden and nonsensical encounter can be considered a direct hit.

It seems that Murong Xiu guessed it right. Over a hundred people who responded to the challenge letter have gathered in Shilin City. I took the opportunity to follow this girl and play a game of deception. It should be interesting.

There are no cameras or high-definition photos in this world, and with my deliberate disguise by Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang, I look like a young and fresh meat. It would be difficult for anyone to recognize me.

Before leaving, I secretly made a few secret signals on a nearby tree. With Murong Xiu's cleverness, it shouldn't be difficult to understand my intentions.

Qin Lirong doesn't have any means of transportation. A true hero doesn't ride horses, they walk. She happened to pass by here by coincidence.

There is still over forty miles from the mountains to Shilin City. The two of us hurried along the way. When we arrived ten miles away from Shilin City, it was already completely dark, and the city gate was probably closed.

There is an abandoned temple ahead. Qin Lirong made the decision to rest here for the night.

A pile of torches was quickly lit in the temple. Qin Lirong took out some dried meat and mixed it with coarse flour to roast over the fire. She turned around and looked at Xin Zhuo, smiling as she asked, "By the way! Where are you from? What's your name? How old are you?"

Xin Zhuo pondered for a moment and casually made up a name, "My name is Jiang Facai. I'm from Lingyi County, and I'm sixteen this year."

"Jiang Facai... Haha..."

Qin Lirong couldn't help but laugh, and it took her a while to stop. "Good... a very practical name. Why would such a handsome young man like you appear here?"

Handsome like a flower...

If you don't know how to compliment someone, it's better not to compliment at all.

Xin Zhuo pretended to be indignant and said, "To be honest, I bear a deep grudge, but I don't know martial arts. I came here to seek help from the heroes!"

As he spoke, his eyes turned slightly red, and he clenched his fists, which was quite moving.

Qin Lirong was indeed moved, and she said solemnly, "What kind of grudge is it? Tell me about it. If this young lady can help, I won't refuse."

Xin Zhuo looked at the torches and coughed lightly, muttering nonsense, "Both my parents died when I was young..."

He paused for a moment and suddenly realized something. Right! Who are the biological parents of this body? I haven't heard my grandfather mention them. He never had any relationships in his life, and he didn't mention it before he died. They couldn't possibly be trees, right?

Looking at Qin Lirong's expectant eyes, he continued to make up stories, "I followed my grandmother... My grandmother gave birth to children at a young age, only twenty-eight years older than me. Although she is already in her forties, she still has a beautiful appearance and charm. She was a famous beauty in the surrounding area when she was young.

Even so, my grandmother is diligent and thrifty, leading a simple life. She has never done anything improper. She worked hard to raise me, but who knew..."

His eyes became even redder as he said, "A few years ago, a burly bandit came to our house and kidnapped her, making her his wife. Unable to bear the humiliation, my grandmother died of illness not long after, leaving me alone and helpless..."

Qin Lirong was completely immersed in the story Xin Zhuo fabricated and felt a strong sense of empathy. She clenched her fists and said fiercely, "This is truly outrageous! Who is that bandit? You must tell me!"

Xin Zhuo choked and said, "His name is Xin Aotian!"

Qin Lirong was stunned for a moment, and then her empathy deepened. She made a gesture as if she was going to grab Xin Zhuo's hand but hesitated and withdrew it, saying, "So we have a common enemy. That's great!"

"That's why I came with you! There are so many people seeking revenge against him. This grudge will surely be avenged!"

Xin Zhuo wiped the corners of his eyes and asked about the real purpose, "So, what is your grudge with him?"

Qin Lirong thought for a moment and said, "Actually, I don't have any personal grudge against him. It's just that five years ago, my master was about to break through to the Small Grandmaster realm and refine his own spiritual weapon. He went out to find materials and encountered that Xin Aotian thief.

Although that Xin Aotian thief had a bear-like face and a low realm, he was cunning and eloquent. I don't know why, but my master fell in love with him. They traveled together and even brought him back to Wudang.

But that old thief had ulterior motives. Not only did he steal the materials for my master's spiritual weapon, but he also stole the secret manual of our Wudang Sect. As a result, my master was punished by the grandmaster and banned for ten years."

As she spoke, she gritted her teeth with hatred.

Xin Zhuo: "..."

Grandfather has such a side? At his age, he deceived an old girl?

After thinking for a moment, I asked, "Then why hasn't anyone sought revenge on Xin... the old thief all these years?"

Qin Lirong shook her head, "Master ancestor refused to reveal Xin the old thief's identity. The disciples in the sect didn't know who he was until last year, and there were also some delays."

"I see!" Xin Zhuo curiously asked, "How powerful are the people you brought this time? Are there many experts in Shilin City?"

Qin Lirong smiled, "There are still many experts, but Xin the old thief has already passed away. Only his grandson, Xin Zhuo, is left. We and the Shaolin Sect each brought a sixth-rank expert to punish him and retrieve the secret manual.

The other enemies of Xin the old thief are probably only at the sixth or seventh rank, but killing that Xin Zhuo should be more than enough!"

"I see, if the grandfather is evil, the grandson probably isn't much better. It's only right for the grandson to pay for the grandfather's debts!" Xin Zhuo nodded and then pretended to be curious, "How much do you know about Xin Zhuo, the grandson of Xin Aotian, the old thief?"

Qin Lirong hesitated and said, "To be honest, we never paid attention before. Who knew which one was Xin the old thief's grandson? When did he have a grandson?

It was only after receiving an anonymous letter that we conducted a rough investigation. It is said that this Xin Zhuo is seventeen or eighteen years old and has a realm at the seventh or eighth rank. He has been causing trouble in Fufeng Mansion recently and has quite a reputation. However, he is only at the seventh or eighth rank, so killing him should be easy. Oh, by the way, I have his portrait!"

As she spoke, she took out a crumpled portrait.

Xin Zhuo's heart skipped a beat. He took the portrait and looked at it for a moment. It couldn't be said that it didn't resemble him, but it had nothing to do with him.

The description was very rough, with coarse cloth clothes, a square face, and a hint of arrogance and recklessness in his expression. It made people want to fight him. This was in line with the image of a bandit.

In short, it had nothing to do with him.

"Indeed, he doesn't look like a good person. How can we let such a person live?" Xin Zhuo said indignantly.

"Naturally!" Qin Lirong nodded.

The jerky and dough were already hot, and the two of them ate separately.

In the desolate temple, it was quiet, with flickering firelight.

Qin Lirong secretly glanced at Xin Zhuo and couldn't help but blush slightly. "Fachai, no wonder your grandmother is a beauty. You are so good-looking. Your dimples when you smile are truly charming."

Xin Zhuo almost choked on the jerky in his mouth. How sheltered are you? Does your sect not have any handsome guys, or am I really so stunning?

Just as he was about to modestly say a few words, the door of the desolate temple was suddenly kicked open, and two people stood outside.

One was a square-faced, burly man in his thirties, and the other was a woman in her thirties with a donkey face and a black mole on her nose.

One was holding a sword, and the other was holding a knife. Their faces were cold, and they exuded a chilling aura.

Just standing there was enough to make people feel frightened.

Qin Lirong furrowed her brows slightly and quietly pulled Xin Zhuo to a corner, whispering, "Don't speak, their realm is very high."

It seemed reasonable for outsiders to temporarily stay in the desolate temple at night.

Unexpectedly, the two people walked straight to them, coldly smiling and provoking, without saying a word.

"Canglang!"

Qin Lirong drew her Qingfeng sword and stood in front of Xin Zhuo with a serious expression. "I am a disciple of the Wudang Sect. What do you want?"

The man coldly smiled, "I am the Great King Xin Zhuo of the Fulong Mountain. What do I fear from the Wudang Sect?"

The woman also sneered, "I am Cui Ying'er, who has killed countless people in my life. Even if I am from a reputable sect, what can you do to me?"

Xin Zhuo: "..."