Chapter 148: A Flicker of Cold Light, Ten Thousand Spears!

  "Have the messenger hawks of our Tian Ge been trained well?" Chu Yang asked. The messenger spirit birds had always been a weak point; since Chu Yang took over, he began to reorganize them; but all he could get were some lightning hawks; as for the formless hawks, it was impossible to get any.

  This has always been a heart disease for Chu Yang. The Thunder Hawk is far inferior to the Invisible Hawk, not only can't hide its shape, but also fly much slower.

  "The first batch of Thunderbolt is now available." said Chengzi Nasal Passage.

  "Uh-huh, minimize contact between the people there and headquarters; don't do anything, just wait for my orders. When it's time to act, I'll notify you immediately!" Chu Yang said slowly.

  As he spoke, Chu Yang's gaze drifted southward, thinking to himself, Had the Fifth Gentleman given up on rescuing Tang Xin Sheng? The arrival of that king-level expert should have been at an uncertain time, either to assassinate or to provide backup.

  But as for rescue, it's still impossible.

  I don't know if Wu Qingrou knew that he would resolve the matter of his throne like this, what kind of thoughts would he have? If Wu Qingrou wanted to rescue Tang Xinsheng, who would come? How many people would come?

  "Pass the order down! Search the entire city for a severely injured person!" Chu Yang described the face of the mysterious figure once again, saying: "Order the skilled painters to draw his portrait and silhouette. We must find this person no matter what! Even if he's dead, we need to find his corpse!"

  "Yes!" Cheng Zi'ang replied solemnly and turned to leave.

  Chu Yang let out a soft sigh, raised his eyes to the west, and saw that the red sun had already set, with the remaining sunlight looking like blood. It seemed to be an omen of an even greater bloody storm that was about to arrive.

  The Dark Lord's people should have left after this time too, right?

  Chu Yang tidied up and returned to Tian Bing Pavilion.

  When he was about to leave, Wu Qianqian didn't believe that his injury had healed and carefully examined him again before letting him go. However, in her beautiful eyes, there was a hint of astonishment: such a severe injury could be fully recovered with just the blink of an eye?

  Isn't this speed a bit too fast? What kind of divine medicine did Du Shiqing, the Divine Doctor, give to Chu Yang?

  Chu Yang returned to Tian Bing Pavilion when Xiao Luo had been waiting with bated breath.

  Now, Mo Light Dance thinks that Uncle Mo Chengyu is too boring, and prefers Chu Yang Gege; every time he accompanies her to play, not to mention that each time he comes back, he brings back good things...

  Mo Chengyu's injury has also improved a lot. His expression no longer looks so haggard, and his face is subtly showing some color.

  This proved that under Chu Yang's medicine, Mo Cheng Yu's injuries were gradually recovering; but Mo Cheng Yu's complexion was getting darker and darker every day, often sighing silently by himself.

  As soon as his injuries heal, he will take Mo Qingwu back to the family, and what response will the family make regarding Mo Qingwu's abolished San Yin Pulse?

  How will you treat this young lady whom I have seen grow up with my own eyes?

  With the ruthlessness of a family, Mo Chengyu could almost imagine what kind of treatment Mo Qingwu would receive after returning to the family; although now there is Chu Yang's Xing Meng Qing Wu knife as a bargaining chip...

  But the situation remains grim.

  Mo Chengyu was most afraid that the Mo family would take away this knife; although he had made a promise to Chu Yang, but in his heart, he didn't have half a guarantee...

  Would the family allow such a peerless treasured sword to exist in the hands of a useless young lady? Thinking about these things, Mo Chengyu felt anxious and disheartened, sighing endlessly.

  Although Chu Yang was extremely intelligent, he wasn't born into a noble family after all; people not born into noble families would never know the weight that the two words "family" carried in the hearts of young masters from noble families.

  And what about the two young masters who came out with you? Where are they now?

  "Senior Mo." Chu Yang carried Mo Qingwu to Mo Chengyu's side. Mo Qingwu was dressed in red, holding a sugar gourd and eating with relish.

  "Chu brothers." Mo Wei Yu Qiang laughed and said: "Why are you so happy today?"

  "There are some things that will make you happy when I tell you." Chu Yang smiled and said, "I have some good news for you. The Sword King of the Black Magic Family was in a fierce battle with another unknown throne master, and the Sword King suffered severe injuries, almost all his bones were broken! And two of the Sword King's six subordinates died, while four were severely injured!"

  "Who is that throne master? How are his injuries?" Mo Chengyu asked anxiously. Upon hearing the news, his first reaction was not excitement and joy, but concern for the master's injuries; because at this moment, Mo Chengyu was also guessing: this unknown throne master might be a brother from his own organization!

  Concern for his brother outweighed the thrill of hearing the enemy was wounded.

  To achieve such a result, among the king-level masters, unless it is higher than two products above, otherwise it is to adopt the tactic of same return. Mo Chengyu thought about it and followed three other king-level brothers who came out with him, seemingly no one could be higher than Sword King by two products, hearing this news, how can he not be anxious?

  Chu Yang nodded secretly, this Mo Chengyu was indeed a person who valued relationships, and upon hearing such news, his first reaction was to worry about his companions.

  "That master of the throne, was hit by the Sword King's seven or eight swords, each sword piercing through his body, although he desperately avoided the vital organs, but I'm afraid the chances of him surviving are slim." Chu Yang slowly said.

  "Ah!" Mo Chengyu clenched his fist and slammed it onto the ground, his face twisted in pain as he said: "I don't know which brother..."

  "That master of the throne is not one of your Mo family!" Chu Yang smiled and said, "He's from the Golden Horse Knights' Hall of Great Zhao, sent to assassinate me. I just switched him with someone else."

  "Really? Haha...” Mo Chengyu's spirit was greatly lifted, and he couldn't help but look delighted. Suddenly, he said: "Hey, that's not right! Why would a King's Seat expert want to assassinate you? And besides, how could a King's Seat expert mistake their target? This doesn't add up."

  "There must be a reason for this." Chu Yang smiled mysteriously: "Your injury, I estimate it will take a few more days to recover?" He changed the subject.

  "The key now is that the meridians are not unblocked, and if we want to clear them one by one and recover our combat strength, I'm afraid it will take at least another half a month." Mo Chengyu said listlessly.

  "It's okay, take your time to recover, don't rush." Chu Yang comforted. The two exchanged a glance, and both smiled at the same time, their thoughts about each other were crystal clear.

  Mo Chengyu didn't recover for a day, and Mo Qingwu had to stay in Chuyang's place for a day. As for this result, Chuyang was overjoyed.

  "Today, I have time, and I recall two more knife techniques. Let me teach them to Little Dance." Chu Yang smiled and said: "Although these few moves are not very coherent and belong to the remnants, their power is indeed considerable. Compared to your family's or not as good, it is also my heart's intention."

  Mo Chengyu's face turned serious for a moment, and he bowed deeply, saying: "Thank you, Brother Chu."

  In this era, every martial artist treasures their unique skills as if they were their own life, fearing that teaching them to others would allow enemies to study and find weaknesses; apart from master-disciple or father-son relationships, few people can demonstrate their techniques to others.

  Although in Mo Chengyu's heart, Chu Yangshu is inferior and may not have any good moves, having this kind of intention is already extremely rare.

  Chu Yang was going to teach Mo Qianwu the knife technique, which was the first move of the Nine Tribulations Sword Technique: A point of cold light, ten thousand meters of thorns!

  This move, after being improved by Chu Yang, was transformed into a knife technique and became two moves. One move is half defense, half offense. Although it's far inferior to sword techniques, when used with a knife, it becomes even more difficult to decipher.

  If it's purely defensive, as long as the gap in strength between the two sides isn't too great, then Mo Qingwu's safety can be guaranteed!

  Chu Yang took Mo Qingwu to learn knife skills; Mo Chengyu was alone in the secret room, deep in thought. This knife skill, Chu Yang had already said, was only taught to Mo Qingwu; it was clearly stated that no one else should know.

  So Mo Chengyu, although he was Mo Qingwu's guardian, couldn't just stand by and watch.

  Mo Chengyu was now thinking: This Chu Yang, could actually make the Golden Horse Riders' Hall send out a king-level expert to assassinate him. It seems that his identity in Lingyun Country is very important, but what position would he hold? Could it be that he's actually an imperial relative?

  Although he was rescued by Chu Yang and brought back, he had always been unaware of Chu Yang's true identity.

  It wasn't long before Mo Chengyu started to feel heartache. He had always thought that Chu Yang's doting on Mo Qingwu was already over the top, but today he was greatly surprised once again.

  Chu Yang's strictness towards Mo Qingwu was surprisingly comparable to doting!

  "Wrong! How are you holding the knife? The blade should be facing outwards! Try again!"

  "Come on! Idiot! Try again! Practice ten more times!"

  "How can you still not remember? What's wrong with you? Why can't you even hold such a light knife steadily? Haven't you eaten?"

  "You're really stupid! Hurry up! Don't cry!"

  "Get it right this time! If you forget again, I'll spank your butt!"

  Bang! Bang!

  "Wooo..."

  "Don't cry! Practice again!"

  "Dumber than a pig!"

  Chu Yang's loud roar and the young lady's sobbing continued to echo, Mo Chengyu's heart ached as if his heart was trembling and turning upside down. When had the young lady ever received such severe scolding?

  Chu Yang couldn't help it either. As Mo Cheng Yu's injuries improved, the day of his separation from Mo Qing Wu drew nearer and nearer.

  Once she returns, Mo Qingwu will have to face the family's strictness. Even with that knife, it can't replace her innate talent. The few moves of knife technique he taught Mo Qingwu can serve as her trump card for self-defense. It has the effect of a surprise attack, and if someone bullies her or there's a martial arts competition in the family, once she uses it, she'll be unbeatable!

  This is also the only thing that Chu Yang can do for Mo Qingwu again. Time is pressing, and if he doesn't practice well in these few days, when he returns to his family and encounters a change, Little Girl won't be able to bear it, so where will she still have time to practice her sword?

  So Chu Yang had no choice but to be strict, even if it pained him, he had to put on a stern face and constantly urge them on.

  Finally, Mo Chengyu rushed in eagerly; at a glance, he saw Mo Qingwu's face almost crying, and his heart ached extremely. He hugged her in his arms and asked: "Miss, are you tired? Do you want me to beat him up?"

  "Don't..." Mo Qingyu shook her head unexpectedly, with tears still sparkling in her eyes, but she spoke firmly: "Brother Chuyang is doing it for my own good..."

  One sentence made Mo Chengyu both surprised and delighted, exclaiming "Miss has grown up..."

  One night flew by, and before you knew it, dawn broke again.

  In the fifth gentle and elegant Yongxiang Mansion, people came and went from the third watch of the night, busily without stopping.