Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 42: Farewell and Pursuit

The sunlight was just right, casting a golden and elegant hue on the distant mountains. Unidentified white specks floated and danced in the air.

Xin Zhuo held Su Miaojin's hand as they walked step by step towards the northern peak, in the direction of the government camp.

Neither of them spoke.

Xin Zhuo's mind was focused on the upcoming operation.

Su Miaojin found herself in a strange state of freedom and confusion.

As they approached the edge of the peak, people below gradually noticed them and stared in astonishment.

What's going on with this harmonious hand-holding?

To be honest, with Xin Zhuo's handsome appearance, tall figure, and an air of elegance that he shouldn't possess, he was even more likable than Murong Xiu, who had a slightly greasy demeanor.

Su Miaojin, dressed in a white robe, with an exquisite snake-shaped hair bun, and her beautiful figure and appearance, need not be mentioned.

Many people even temporarily set aside their prejudices about the difference between a noble lady and a bandit.

This scene, it's so beautiful!

It wasn't until a man with a voice that hadn't fully changed shouted, "Scoundrel, let go of your dirty hands and stay away from my sister!" that everyone suddenly realized and began cursing incessantly.

Su Miaojin finally reacted and hurriedly tried to free her hand, but she couldn't break free no matter how hard she tried.

Xin Zhuo held onto her hand and looked towards the crowd below the peak. "Is the ransom ready? Remember to deliver it all this afternoon. However, I've decided to release Miss Su early. But let me make it clear, she has been poisoned with my seven-day fatal poison. No one is allowed to come up the mountain within seven days, otherwise, Daddy won't provide the antidote!"

Su Miaojin looked at him in confusion. Where did this "seven-day fatal poison" come from? You injured your own hand and don't even have any medicine for bruises.

There was silence below the peak. The bandits' sudden change of heart left them puzzled.

Just as Xin Zhuo was about to continue his persuasion, he suddenly sensed a sharp and indescribable coldness, as if he was being stared at by a venomous snake. He frowned and looked in the direction, only to see the scholar standing at a tricky angle, raising his right hand!

Is he aiming at me?

Xin Zhuo was startled and quickly pulled Su Miaojin into his embrace.

The scholar furrowed his brows and lowered his raised hand.

"Scoundrel!"

"Let go of my sister!"

"Let go of Miss Su!"

A chorus of angry and jealous curses erupted from below the peak.

However, at this moment, in Su Miaojin's ears, it felt as if all the sounds in the world had disappeared.

Feeling the warmth and solidity of Xin Zhuo's embrace, she couldn't help but tremble, her head buzzing.

There is no girl in the world who hasn't fantasized about one day, under the gaze of the masses, making a grand and passionate declaration with her beloved...

But he is a bandit!

How could he humiliate me in public?

At this moment, Xin Zhuo's gentle voice sounded by her ear, his breath blowing on her ear, as he said softly, "Go home, take care of yourself in the future, and don't let anyone rob you again! Go!"

He gently pushed her away.

Watching Su Miaojin staggeringly move forward.

Xin Zhuo immediately moved a distance, forming a straight line with Su Miaojin and the scholar, and slowly retreated.

If the opponent's hidden weapons can reach eight hundred meters and make turns, then he admits defeat.

Su Miaojin turned her head and looked blankly at Xin Zhuo for a while before walking down the mountain, her steps weak. She didn't know if it was because she had been in the bandit stronghold for too long or because she had just gained her freedom and didn't know how to face others, or perhaps there were other thoughts she couldn't sort out. In any case, her heart was filled with infinite sorrow.

Just a few steps away from the lower mountain steps, it felt like she had walked a long, long way. She didn't know when she had arrived in front of the steps and couldn't help but turn around again, shouting, "Why did you become a bandit? Why did you resort to robbery? Why couldn't you leave the mountain and make an honest living?"

Xin Zhuo was taken aback for a moment. It was difficult for him to answer this question, and she also found it hard to understand. He could only say, "My grandfather was a bandit. I couldn't choose my own background. I had no other way to survive, just wanted to earn a living. What's wrong with that?

Who doesn't want to be dressed in fine clothes, ride a white horse, and enjoy good wine and food? I don't have that!

People from wealthy families like you only know how to say, 'Why not eat meat porridge?' But do you know the hardships of the poor, who have no money, can't even have one meal a day, and have to endure the misery of a leaking roof and rain pouring in? How ridiculous is that? Haha..."

As he spoke, he took a step and quickly disappeared.

Watching Xin Zhuo gradually disappear, Su Miaojin stood still, her mind filled with the echoes of his words. She didn't know what kind of sorrow or sadness it was, but tears flowed down her face uncontrollably.

"Don't cry, sister. Don't be afraid! I'm here!"

Su Zefeng, who had already rushed forward to greet him, hurriedly ran over.

But the learned scholar shouted coldly, "Not good! Xin Zhuo is singing the strategy of emptying the gate and moving the acupoints. The bandits are going to escape, go and kill them!"

The constables scattered all over the mountains and finally realized what was happening. They rushed up to the top of the peak where the bandit stronghold was, but there was not a single person in sight.

...

Xin Zhuo performed the "Marvelous Dance in the Air" skillfully, stepping on thorns and mountain grass. In the time it took for an incense stick to burn, he arrived at the mountain where the Water Moon Temple was located. Following the mountain's edge, he headed straight for the Autumn Palace Pavilion.

Looking back, the dense forest behind him was silent.

After pondering for a while, he quickened his pace.

Ahead were six or seven consecutive mountain peaks, with desolate forests connecting one after another. According to Cui Ying'er's pace, they were probably already at the Autumn Palace Pavilion, or even past it.

Just then, a faint sound of breaking wind came from behind.

They're here!

His heart tightened, and he quickly used an emergency maneuver, flipping three to four meters away. He heard a "thud" sound near his ear.

A finger-sized gap was pierced through the trunk of a hundred-year-old tree not far away.

He quickly turned around and saw the learned scholar, with his long sleeves fluttering and gray hair flying, mysteriously appearing not far behind him.

This old man's Qinggong skill was extremely advanced, his body light as a feather, floating and moving with great speed.

Xin Zhuo didn't get angry, but instead chuckled, "Old man, you're not that great, you didn't hit me!"

In response, a shiny flying needle shot through the air, making a piercing "jiu" sound.

Xin Zhuo dodged and evaded once again, narrowly avoiding it, but his clothes were cut open.

The two continued to chase and shoot at each other.

After running for who knows how long, they reached an uphill road. Xin Zhuo climbed up the slope while the learned scholar closed in, shortening the distance between them.

A cold light flashed in the learned scholar's eyes. He had already figured out Xin Zhuo's habitual dodging pattern, which leaned towards the left.

Seeing Xin Zhuo starting to climb the peak, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Three silver needles flew out, sealing off Xin Zhuo's left, center, and right paths.

At this moment, Xin Zhuo had no time to dodge anymore. He could only roll his body to the side, narrowly avoiding one of the needles, but getting hit by the other two. He groaned and spat out a mouthful of blood, saying, "Old thief, even if I become a ghost, I won't let you go!"

He staggered and fell to the ground, dead.

The learned scholar frowned, folded his hands behind his back, and approached step by step. When he reached Xin Zhuo, who had closed his eyes and stopped breathing, he kicked his leg and said, "Kid, you dare to rob anyone, really..."

Before he could finish his sentence, his vision blurred. The thief who should have been dead suddenly leaped up, his knife slashing through the air like a dragon, leaving behind a bright blade light that was as fast as a fleeting shadow, with countless blade shadows following closely behind, dazzling the eyes.

The learned scholar was shocked. Although he had been on guard, he didn't expect the other party to be so decisive. It was too late to dodge, so he desperately activated his True Qi and used Qinggong to retreat.

"Pluff!"

His chest was cut open, with more than ten small wounds crisscrossing in all directions, some of them deep enough to reach the bone.

He flew out heavily, blood splattering in the air, staining a patch of thorns red.

"Thud!"

He landed heavily on the ground, barely stabilizing his body. He felt an intense pain in his chest, his internal organs pressing against each other, leaving him with no fighting power.

What a terrifying Saber Technique!

What a cunning thief!

It only took one strike!

No, it was True Qi condensing and releasing sword energy just now.

This is a characteristic of someone who has reached the seventh rank. Just a few days ago, he was still at the eighth rank.

This is almost the achievement of a talented practitioner after five or six years of hard work. Why did he progress so quickly at such a young age?

He raised his head in astonishment and looked at Xin Zhuo, who was smiling, revealing a pair of dimples, looking very happy.

He examined Xin Zhuo's body and saw that the hidden weapons had clearly hit...

"Why?"

"Oh, you mean why the hidden weapons hit me, but I'm fine?"

Xin Zhuo opened his shirt with a smile and turned around in a circle. "Surprised?"

"Pluff!"

The learned scholar felt his internal organs burning, his anger rising, and another mouthful of blood sprayed out.

PS: I beg everyone to read and invest in this book every day. It's crucial for the book to continue. The story in the author's mind is amazing, with millions of words that are definitely not dragging or vulgar, with competitions or harem stuff. I'm so excited, I'm just afraid I won't be able to write it out.

A few transitional chapters are coming up.

(End of this chapter)