Chapter 90: Stepping on the wind to seize the sharp blade (Please collect, please follow!)

In Rongqing Hall, Jia Mu waited for a long time without seeing Yuanyang bring anyone over, feeling a bit puzzled.

At this time, Wang Ziteng found that his son Wang Yi was missing, and his face changed.

"Where did Yi'er go!"

Just now, Wang Ziteng and Lady Wang were chatting with Jia Mu, and no one noticed Wang Yi.

Lady Wang saw that her brother's face had changed, and hurriedly asked the little maid at the door, who said she saw the young master following Sister Yuanyang out.

Wang Ziteng secretly called it bad. This bastard son was afraid he was going to make trouble to vent his anger for his mother.

Thinking that his son was carrying a knife when he went out today, he didn't care about it at first. This child liked martial arts and liked to carry knives and swords.

Now he broke into a cold sweat. Although Jia Cong was an illegitimate son born of a prostitute, he was also a legitimate descendant of the Jia family. If he caused a death, wouldn't the Jia and Wang families form a grudge?

At this time, he couldn't care about covering up, only wanting to go over quickly to prevent changes.

Dealing with a bookworm with soft hands and feet, isn't it easy to catch?

Jia Cong saw this young man coming out from behind the rockery, holding the knife handle, speaking fiercely, and with an unkind expression.

Wang Yi saw Jia Cong rushing over like this and was a bit surprised, then a ferocious smile appeared on his face. You are looking for death yourself, don't blame me.

Seeing Jia Cong about to rush to his front, he stretched out his big hand to grab Jia Cong's chest.

Wang Ziteng's son! Jia Cong glanced at the knife at his waist and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Jia Mu and Lady Wang were both startled when they heard this. Could it be that Wang Yi was looking for trouble with Jia Cong because of what happened in Rongqing Hall yesterday?

But seeing the Cong Sanye hated this matter the most, and now being provoked by the young master's words, he actually didn't care about anything.

The Cong Sanye is a scholar, and that young master is a martial artist. Isn't this taking an egg to hit a stone?

This Wang Yi is from a military family. I heard he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. If he beats Jia Cong, the face of the Jia and Wang families will be embarrassed, and he seems to be carrying a knife.

Yuanyang was terrified in her heart. Yesterday in Rongqing Hall, that Wang Zhang humiliated the Cong Sanye's biological mother, and was severely disciplined by the Cong Sanye.

Jia Mu and Lady Wang didn't dare to think about it anymore. If Jia Cong had an accident, with Jia Zheng's esteem for Jia Cong, the Jia and Wang families would become mortal enemies!

……

After the matter, my father blamed me, I just said this kid started it first, hehe.

"Old Lady, Yi'er is probably following the maid to find Cong Ge'er. This rebellious son has a reckless temperament. I'm afraid he will collide with Cong Ge'er. I'll go over and take a look."

Suddenly felt a flash of shadow beside him, and saw Cong Sanye Cong had already rushed up.

He was a few years older than Jia Cong, and his figure was taller and stronger than Jia Cong. As long as he let him grab Jia Cong's chest, he could throw the opponent to the ground without any effort, breaking his bones.

"You prostitute-born bastard, you dare to show off in front of me? Yesterday you humiliated my mother, today I will let you suffer!"

"You are General Wang's son. This is the inner courtyard of the Jia family. This kind of shouting is your Wang family's upbringing!"

What if....

He saw Jia Cong rushing over with such speed, as if stepping on the wind, and was a bit surprised, but didn't take it to heart.

He had followed his father's personal guards to practice martial arts since he was ten, and learned a lot of battlefield fighting skills, not just a flowery frame.

Hearing Wang Yi open his mouth and say "prostitute-born bastard," Yuanyang's face changed greatly. This young master actually spoke so filthily.

But clearly he was about to grab Jia Cong's chest, when suddenly a shadow flashed before his eyes, and Jia Cong's figure disappeared.

Before he could react, he only heard a sound at his waist, and the waist knife had been pulled out by Jia Cong.

Wang Yi was scared out of his wits. Isn't this kid a bookworm with no strength to truss a chicken? How could he have such weird skills?

When he turned around in a panic, Jia Cong had already moved to his back, and the bright blade was already on his neck.

That year in the small woods, Qu Hongxiu once used this move to deal with the black-clothed big man under Zhou Junxing.

First, rush to the opponent's front, and when the opponent's move is used up, slide to the side at extreme speed, waiting for an opportunity to attack.

That year, Qu Hongxiu used this move to insert a curved knife into the black-clothed big man's waist, taking the opponent's life.

And Jia Cong used the same move, but pulled the waist knife from Wang Yi's waist, reaching the same goal by different routes, with the same effect.

Qu Hongxiu's martial arts were good at assassination and concealment, the moves were weird and unpredictable, beyond expectation, and were first-class killing skills.

The black-clothed big man beside Zhou Junxing was a master of the rivers and lakes, and he would die under the knife, let alone Wang Yi, who learned some rough martial arts from a big-headed soldier.

Although Wang Ziteng served as the Commander of the Capital Battalion, he was not a proper military general, and his martial arts were mediocre.

The person who taught Wang Yi martial arts was not a famous martial arts master, but an old soldier who had experienced battle. These old soldiers were just ordinary people, and what they could teach Wang Yi was just battlefield fighting experience.

These means relied on personal bravery on the battlefield and were somewhat useful.

Against Qu Hongxiu's ghostly rivers and lakes killing skills, it was simply vulnerable.

Jia Cong remembered his rude words and was angry in his heart. He raised the long knife and the back of the knife fiercely drew on his right cheek.

Wang Yi screamed, his whole cheek was red and swollen, and he screamed in pain. He was kicked in the knee by Jia Cong and knelt on the ground.

Before Wang Yi could stabilize his body, his left cheek was fiercely hit by the back of the knife, and the long knife quickly returned to his neck.

The whole action was like flowing water, drawing the knife, hitting the face, returning the knife, as fast as lightning, giving Wang Yi no chance to resist or escape.

Qu Hongxiu was a very good teacher. For two years, she taught carefully, and Jia Cong was smart and worked hard. His skills had already entered the hall.

Against a real master, he might still be stretched, but against a second-rate person like Wang Yi, it was simply a one-sided crushing.

Wang Ziteng let the Jia family's maid lead the way and ran in front, while Jia Mu, Lady Wang, Jia She, and others couldn't walk fast and followed in a hurry.

Behind them followed a group of maids and old women.

At this time, even Jia She didn't want Jia Cong to have an accident. It wasn't that he started to care about this son, but if something happened at this juncture, the Jia family and the Wang family would be difficult to clean up.

Wang Ziteng heard a few screams from the front and his face changed greatly. He shouted: "Rebellious son, stop quickly!"

Wang Ziteng only thought that Jia Cong had already been poisoned by Wang Yi, and the official position of Commander of the Nine Provinces was ruined.

Jia Zheng regarded Jia Cong as the literary spirit of the Jia family.

If he was seriously injured by his own son, wouldn't he have to become a mortal enemy with the Wang family? How did I raise such a troublesome beast!

But when he arrived, he saw a scene that was unbelievable.

Wang Ziteng knew his son's weight. He didn't like reading since he was a child. In these few years, he followed his personal guards to beat his body and learned a lot of martial arts.

Even compared with the fierce soldiers in the Capital Battalion, he could walk evenly.

Jia Cong, a bookworm with no strength to truss a chicken, how could he be his son's opponent? So he only worried that his son would take heavy hands on Jia Cong, making it difficult to clean up.

But he never dreamed of this scene.

His son was kneeling on the ground, his face swollen like a pig's head, and Jia Cong was standing behind his son with a cold face, a cold-shining steel knife on his son's neck.

Where is this his son hurting Jia Cong? It is clearly being severely disciplined by Jia Cong, and his life is in the other party's hands.

What is going on? Isn't he a bookworm with no strength to truss a chicken? Where did he get this skill to subdue his son!

At this time, Jia Mu, Lady Wang, and others also arrived and were stunned by the scene. How did this turn out to be the opposite of what they were worried about?

How did Jia Cong beat Wang Yi instead? Isn't this just a reader? Where did he get this ability?

Jia Mu saw Jia Cong with a cold face, the bright steel knife in his hand on Wang Yi's neck, and Wang Ziteng's son in a mess. Jia Mu felt a chill in her heart.

Lady Wang saw her nephew in this state, and didn't think about the reason, naturally favoring her maiden nephew first, and hated Jia Cong first.

Jia Mu shouted: "You evil obstacle, what are you making trouble about again? Put down the knife!"

Wang Ziteng was also full of gloom, looking at his son who was beaten black and blue, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 91 =====