Chapter Fifty-Seven: Slaughter

  A room filled with fragrance and classical atmosphere.

  Chu Qianying stared at her master with a dumbfounded expression, her eyes revealing an incredulous look. She had followed her master to learn ancient martial arts and thievery since she was six years old, and now after fourteen years, she had never seen her master lose his composure like today.

  Who is he?

  Must be someone very important to Master, huh?

  Zhang Yi shook his head firmly: "I can't say, unless I get my master's consent."

  Lan Xing's eyes revealed a sorrowful expression, looking at Zhang Yi's determined gaze, her heart was filled with helplessness. She raised her arm, and as she wiped away the tears on her face, her eyes fell back onto the brocade box in her hand, a faint voice escaped from her mouth:

  "Do you know? This brocade box was given by me more than thirty years ago."

  Zhang Yi's expression changed, and he suddenly remembered the words his master said when giving him the brocade box and silver needle: "This is one of my most treasured possessions, a set of silver needles that have been used for decades. Today, I give it to you." He still recalled the look in his master's eyes when looking at the brocade box, with a hint of reluctance and complex emotions flowing through.

  Could it be...

  Is there a romantic relationship between Shifu and Blue Fairy?

  Thinking of this, Zhang Yi hesitated in his heart, unsure whether he should tell her where their master was now.

  "Zhang Yi, you write down what I just said first."

  Zhang Yi took over the paper and pen, wrote out the prescription, and said: "I have already noted on it the time for decocting every day and the dosage to be taken."

  Chu Qiying looked at Zhang Yi with gratitude and said: "Didn't you say that you would also help my master with acupuncture treatment?"

  Zhang Yi turned his head to look at Lan Shen and said, "Auntie Lan, let me help you with acupuncture first! With your current physical condition, the most suitable thing for you is to recuperate. As for my master's affairs, it's not too late to talk about them later. My master is very well now, his body is healthy, he can eat and drink, and every day he still plays the guqin and studies medical books. If you want to see him in the future, you will definitely be able to."

  Lan Xing lifted her head and handed the brocade box to Zhang Yi with a reluctant expression, nodding and saying:

  "Wait until I recover, I will go find you myself, at that time, I hope you can tell me where he is!"

  Half an hour later.

  Zhang Yi finished acupuncture for Lan Xing.

  After wiping the silver needle with alcohol cotton and putting it back in the brocade box, Zhang Yi picked up his travel bag and said: "Chu Qianying, I have already treated Lanyi, and for future recuperation, I won't be able to help. So, return my wallet to me, I still need to rush back to save people."

  Chu Qianying smiled lightly and said: "The wallet has been in your pocket for a long time, didn't you notice?"

  Zhang Wei patted his pocket and found that the wallet was indeed inside. With a hint of surprise, he asked: "When did you put the wallet in my pocket?"

  Chu Qianying smiled and said: "Before you came into this room."

  Zhang Yi stared blankly at Chu Qianying and gave her a thumbs up: "Thieving Saint, your thieving skills have reached the point of being divine and flawless, impressive."

  Chu Qianning's face showed a triumphant smile, she turned her head to look at her master who was slowly falling asleep after administering the needle to Zhang Yi, then reached out and pulled Zhang Yi's arm, leaving the room.

  Outside the temple gate.

  "Zhang Yi... although I stole your wallet and led you here, the purpose is something you also know. And you even hit someone there... anyway, we're even now. Tell me your contact information, and I'll thank you for curing my master later." Chu Qianying's eyes had a hint of shyness, and she calmly said this while lifting her hand to brush away the long hair in front of her forehead, blocking her face.

  Zhang Yi slung his travel bag over his shoulder, turned around and walked away into the distance, with his back to Chu Qianying. He waved his hand casually: "No need to thank me, treating illnesses and saving lives is a doctor's duty."

  Chu Qianying stared blankly at Zhang Yi's receding back, unaware of why she felt a faint pang of reluctance in her heart that even she herself had not detected. It wasn't until Zhang Yi was dozens of meters away that she finally called out loudly:

  "Hey...... where will you be in the future?"

  Jingnan City...

  A faint sound drifted over, and Zhang Yi's figure had already disappeared into the darkness of the trees swaying in the night breeze.

  Chu Qianying's eyes were complex as she stared at the pitch-black forest, muttering to herself: "Jingnan City? In the future... I will go find you."

  Subconsciously, she touched her cheek, and although she was wearing a human skin mask, she still remembered the warm and soft lips that had once been pressed against it.

  She didn't notice that tens of meters away in the weeds, a pair of resentful eyes swept over her and then disappeared in the direction Zhang Yi had left.

  Under the twinkling starlight, Zhang Yi quickly shuttled through the dense forest, trying to leave this place as soon as possible.

  "Damn it, you think you can just walk away?"

  About ten kilometers away from Lan Xing's residence, Yan Hui's eagle-faced man blocked Zhang Yi's path, a sharp dagger gleaming with cold light in the starlight.

  Zhang Yi stopped in his tracks, gazing at the swallow and sparrow hawk, calmly saying: "Actually, I had expected this earlier. You would be waiting for me on my way back. A gentleman takes revenge after three years, a petty person takes revenge immediately. Although I have never offended you, but in your heart, aren't you filled with jealousy towards me?"

  "Right, but that's your own fault. My sister is mine, and no one else can take her away from me. You took advantage of my sister, unless you cut off both hands as an apology, otherwise, you will definitely die."

  Zhang Yi clenched his fists tightly, and a chill flashed in his eyes.

  He endured again and again, although he used a clever plan to secretly deal with Yan Huiying, letting him be rejected by his master and hated by his sister, but in fact, he really wanted to beat Yan Huiying severely, so that he would know that he was not a soft persimmon.

  Cannot bear it anymore, no need to bear it again.

  Zhang Yi took a step forward, his eyes scanning the dagger in Yan Huiying's hand, and said in a low voice: "Chattering like a woman, Yan Huiying, if you have the ability, come at me on horseback."

  Yan Huiying was furious, her body as swift as lightning, and she charged straight at Zhang Yi.

  "So soon?"

  Zhang Yi's heart skipped a beat as he watched the swift and fierce movement, and in an instant, the sharp-eyed eagle had already pounced on him, its body cold as ice.

  "No... I cannot die, I still have to support my father, I've never seen my mother before, I must live on."

  A flash of inspiration struck him and in an instant he became calm.

  As he watched the dagger coming at him, his footsteps moved swiftly, and with a turn of his body, his hands quickly grasped the wrists of Yan Hui.

  "Bang......"

  A dull sound arose.

  Yan Huiying's curved arm elbow struck Zhang Yi's chest, the huge force making Zhang Yi feel a sharp pain in his heart.

  "Go die!"

  Yan Hui's eyes gleamed with a mad killing intent, and as Zhang Yi retreated, he suddenly pounced forward, his icy dagger stabbing towards Zhang Yi's neck.

  "So fast!"

  Zhang Yi's heart was greatly shocked, and in the moment of dodging, his left arm suddenly lifted up to block the incoming blow.

  "Hiss..."

  A sharp dagger ripped open a gash on Zhang Yi's arm, and fresh blood suddenly spurted out.

  Zhang Yi's face turned pale, but his entire being was eerily calm:

  "Yan Huiying is a true master of ancient martial arts, with many years of practice under his belt. His strength far surpasses mine, and if we were to engage in a head-on battle, I'm afraid it would be me who ends up getting killed."

  "So in this battle I must win with wisdom and give him a painful lesson."

  At this point, his feet forcefully kicked the ground and his body shot towards the distance.

  His speed was extremely fast, even surpassing that of a cheetah and tiger chasing prey in the mountains. The vital energy in his dantian had been fully mobilized into his meridians, circulating wildly along the route outlined in the "Hui Chun Jue". The surge of power from every corner of his body allowed him to reach his maximum speed.

  In the blink of an eye!

  He has disappeared into the mountains dozens of meters away.

  Yan Huiying sneered and smiled, watching Zhang Yi escape. With a strong killing intent in his heart, he didn't rush to chase after him, as if intentionally playing with his prey. Only when Zhang Yi's back disappeared from view did he suddenly give chase like a ghost.

  Zhang Yi, who was fleeing in a hurry, had countless thoughts swirling in his mind:

  "Can't fight head-on, then I must think of a way to heavily injure the Eagle Yan. This mountain forest is suitable for guerrilla warfare, but my speed is not as good as his, so I must utilize my advantages."

  "What's my advantage? The Revive Liquid can help me recover quickly from injuries, but it won't be of much help in a fierce battle. He has a dagger, while I don't even have a weapon..."

  "No, I'm skilled with silver needles and very familiar with the acupoints on the human body. If I can temporarily disable him..."

  A faint smile appeared on his pale face.

  He reached back and grabbed his travel bag, pulling out a brocade box as he fled. He quickly pulled out over a dozen silver needles, re-zipped the bag, slung it over his shoulder, and pinched the needles between his fingers. Under the faint starlight, his gaze fell on a boulder ahead that weighed at least a hundred kilograms.

  Quickly grabbing a stone, Zhang Yi's figure instantly disappeared behind a large tree. His spiritual energy highly concentrated, his ears perked up, quietly listening to the sounds coming from behind.

  "Here I come!"

  Zhang Yi's heart skipped a beat as he emerged from behind the big tree, and at that moment, a hundred-pound boulder was smashed heavily towards Yan Huiying.

  "A minor skill."

  The swallow returned with a look of disdain at the incoming stone, and with a flash of its body, it easily dodged it.

  "Pffft! Pffft!"

  Two silver needles shot out from behind the giant stone, piercing into Yan Huiying's body without him noticing. At this moment, Zhang Yi also flew over and shot four more silver needles from his hand as Yan Huiying's body stiffened.

  Four silver needles, even if they are not long enough, but two of the silver needles still pierced into the body of the swallow and entered the positions of the Xiangzhong hole and Gu hole.

  "What?"

  Yan Hui's eyes revealed an incredulous expression as he was hit by two silver needles, causing the anger in his heart to surge violently. Just as he was about to strike Zhang Yi with all his might, he felt the silver needles pierce his body once again.

  His arms tried to lift up, his legs tried to move.

  But...

  Failed at this moment!

  It was as if he had been cast with a petrifying spell, and Yan Hui suddenly found that his body no longer obeyed him.

  Zhang Yi's fist was already very close.