RNP Chapter 71: First Encounter with Bamboo
Chapter 71: First Encounter with Bamboo
Just as Ye Chengfeng and Fan Xian were arguing, the door was suddenly pushed open.
Both of them were of the ninth rank and should have been able to notice, but in fact, they only noticed when the other pushed the door open and entered.
"Who are you going to chop into minced meat?"
"Ruoruo, what brings you here?"
Ye Chengfeng quickly went over and took Fan Ruoruo's small hand with a fawning expression.
He and Fan Xian were originally trying to avoid the matter of Li Yunrui removing his armor. If Fan Ruoruo found out that he had been seduced by a nearly forty-year-old woman using her beauty, it would be a huge problem.
Ye Chengfeng was so ashamed that he couldn't face anyone. How could he not feel guilty?
"Get your hands off me!"
When Ye Chengfeng passed by, he secretly gave Fan Xian a pleading look.
Fan Xian also knew that Fan Ruoruo really couldn't know about this.
But he didn't intend to let Ye Chengfeng off easily.
Fan Xian slapped Ye Chengfeng's groping hand away and patted Fan Ruoruo's head.
"Ruoruo, what brings you here?"
"Brother, I'm not a child anymore."
Fan Ruoruo is not so easily fooled.
Both of them tried to change the subject, but their intentions were too obvious.
"Is my brother hiding something from me? Has Chengfeng been cheating on me again?"
"No, if that's the case, why wouldn't my brother cover for Chengfeng? What kind of situation is that?"
Since you're curious, just ask directly. The two people in front of you are her brother and her man.
She didn't believe the two of them could withstand her persistent questioning.
"Do you two think I'm stupid? Tell me, what are you hiding from me?"
But after she asked the question, she found that the two of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time!
"If you know me, I will never hide anything from you that I can tell you."
Ye Chengfeng spoke first, and his words were quite clever. He meant that he couldn't tell her, and no matter how much she pressed him for an answer, he wouldn't tell her.
"Alright, fine, if you don't want to talk about it, I'll take the pastries I prepared for you."
With that, Fan Ruoruo turned and left, because she knew that since Fan Xian was also helping Ye Chengfeng keep it from her, then Fan Xian definitely wouldn't tell her either.
Seeing Fan Ruoruo walk away, the two scoundrels finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Phew, thank goodness, Ruoruo didn't hear what we were talking about at the beginning."
Fan Xian breathed a sigh of relief.
"Is your ninth-rank skill fake? Ruoruo, with her meager martial arts cultivation, was able to push open the door and enter without you noticing?"
Before Fan Xian could say anything, Ye Chengfeng launched the first attack.
Fan Xian was unaware that Ye Chengfeng had broken through to the ninth rank, and even reached the upper ninth rank.
After all, it's impossible for a normal martial artist to break through from the eighth rank to the ninth rank, or even the upper ninth rank, in just three months.
"Hmph, you can't blame me for that. It's because it interfered with my senses. If you hadn't argued with me, how could I not have noticed Ruoruo?"
"Get lost, get lost, practice more if you're bad at cooking."
Ye Chengfeng ignored Fan Xian; this incident had indeed taken him somewhat by surprise.
He was wide awake and, after thinking for a moment, decided to go to the courtyard to practice his swordsmanship.
Like him, Fan Xian also felt incredibly heavy-hearted.
However, he did not practice swordsmanship like Ye Chengfeng; everyone releases stress in different ways.
Fan Xian sat on the steps, watching Ye Chengfeng cultivate.
Fan Xian wasn't too concerned at first, as he had seen Ye Chengfeng's sword control technique before.
However, Ye Chengfeng's sword control technique at this time was completely different from his previous style.
The long sword danced around Ye Chengfeng like a swimming dragon.
"Hmm, why does his swordsmanship seem even more elegant than before?"
That's right, it's elegance!
The reason is actually quite simple: in the past, Ye Chengfeng relied on the more easily controlled true qi to perform sword control techniques.
Now, Ye Chengfeng is using the sword's momentum to make his true energy flow with the sword's momentum.
It's hard to say which is stronger or weaker; it's just that they each have their own advantages and disadvantages.
Ye Chengfeng, who was practicing his sword, seemed to have entered a wonderful state.
Before entering this state, Ye Chengfeng had an idea: why not combine his previous sword control techniques to make his sword control even more perfect?
Fan Xian was amazed by Ye Chengfeng's powerful sword control technique.
Suddenly, someone appeared beside him.
"Uncle Wuzhu? You're back?"
"Yes, congratulations on your upcoming wedding."
"Hehe, I knew you'd be back before my wedding, Uncle Wuzhu."
Unlike Fan Xian's joy, Wu Zhu felt very heavy-hearted.
"Fan Xian, I've killed someone."
Wu Zhu suddenly said something completely unexpected.
Fan Xian was slightly taken aback. Wasn't it normal for Wu Zhu to kill people?
Just as Fan Xian was wondering, Wu Zhu continued, "But I don't know if I did it myself."
Wu Zhu revealed his weapon and then said, "My weapon doesn't smell of blood."
"If that's the case, is it possible that you didn't kill the person?"
"It's possible that they're trying to lure me out."
Wu Zhu came specifically to tell him about this, and Fan Xian immediately became serious.
Wu Zhu's next words proved that Fan Xian's guess was correct.
"If I didn't kill him, then the person who framed me is no weaker than me. They might be from the temple, or they might be here to kill you. I'm worried about your safety."
"So, Uncle Wuzhu, you came back specifically to protect me?"
"No, I need to go to Jiangnan to investigate this matter. If I stay by your side, it might attract the enemy."
"And I don't even know if this person actually exists."
"How long will it take?"
"I'll be back soon, in a month or two at most."
After saying this, Wu Zhu bid farewell to Fan Xian, saying, "I'm leaving. Take care of yourself."
Wu Zhu appeared without a trace and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, vanishing from the Fan residence in the blink of an eye.
Halfway through Fan Xian and Wu Zhu's conversation, Ye Chengfeng emerged from that state, though he didn't stop practicing his swordsmanship.
Seeing Wu Zhu leave, Ye Chengfeng sheathed his sword and walked to Fan Xian's side.
"Was that the expert next to you? He was indeed powerful!"
Wu Zhu just put a lot of pressure on Ye Chengfeng, even though Ye Chengfeng is now a ninth-rank upper-level cultivator.
Even when facing Wu Zhu, the pressure remains immense.
Of course, this could also be psychological, since Wu Zhu is a robot and doesn't have the aura of a strong person, or even true qi.
"That's right, now it's all right. Uncle Wuzhu has something to do, so I'm entrusting my safety during the wedding to you."
Fan Xian clearly didn't want to talk to Ye Chengfeng about Wu Zhu any further.
Fan Xian didn't want to talk about it, and Ye Chengfeng wouldn't press him for details. He knew much more about Wu Zhu than Fan Xian did.
"Don't worry, I can confidently tell you that no one will dare to target you during your wedding period."
"Oh, why do you say that?"
"You are, after all, Emperor Qing's son. Even if Emperor Qing doesn't acknowledge you, he won't allow anyone to cause trouble when his son gets married."
Fan Xian gave a bitter smile and said, "Does he really treat me like a son? You're at least like me, don't you know that the imperial family is the most ruthless place?"
"Heh, it's precisely because he's the emperor that you've been safe during this time."
Fan Xian, of course, understood the meaning behind Ye Chengfeng's words.
"I hope so. Emperor Qing is alright, but I'm afraid that the person from the temple that Uncle Wuzhu mentioned will come knocking on our door."
"Then why do you still want me to protect you? Your Uncle Wuzhu just said that the people from the temple are no less powerful than him. Do you think I can defeat them?"
"Hehe, I'll take it as a sword strike."
"Get lost. You want me to be your sword? You're dreaming. At most, I'll quietly shield you in case of danger."
"At least you have a conscience. Wait, you want me to protect you? You want me to take the sword for you?!"