Chapter 95

"I wonder where Young Master Zhang is going?

I have lived in Taihu for a long time and might be able to help you."

For some reason, A'bi, who had a very good impression of Zhang Jie, asked.

Zhang Jie: Understand the charm of four Zhang Jies superimposed~

Zhang Jie, knowing there was hope for help, said quickly:

"We intend to go to Mantuo Shanzhuang; I hope Miss A'bi can point out a path."

'Mantuo Shanzhuang? The Young Master's uncle's house?'

A'bi's eyes flickered, and she became vigilant:

"May I ask who Young Master Zhang is going to visit at Mantuo Shanzhuang?"

Zhang Jie, who had nothing to hide regarding his relationship with Madam Wang, said frankly:

"The person I am visiting is my senior sister, Li Qingluo."

"Oh, by the way, she is now called Madam Wang."

Zhang Jie added, fearing A'bi didn't know Madam Wang's real name.

After all, when A'bi and A'zhu were adopted by the Murong family,

Zhang Jie's cheap senior sister Li Qingluo had already brought the child and married

Murong Fu's uncle, the one who took the leftovers, Master Wang, and was called Madam Wang.

'The Young Master's aunt is her senior sister?'

A'bi's delicate nose wrinkled, and she fell into thought.

A moment later, she asked again: "Does Young Master Zhang have any proof?"

"Uh..."

Zhang Jie was speechless upon hearing this.

Although he and Madam Wang were undoubtedly senior sister and junior brother from Wu Yazi's perspective,

they really hadn't met, so there was no proof to speak of.

And A'bi didn't know about the Seven-Treasure Ring on his hand that represented the Xiaoyao Sect leader.

After all, since Ding Chunqiu's sneak attack caused Wu Yazi to be paralyzed, the Xiaoyao Sect had disappeared.

"Bailing?"

Zhang Jie looked at Fan Bailing.

If anyone among them might still have a connection with Madam Wang, it had to be Fan Bailing.

Because when Fan Bailing became Su Xinghe's disciple, Wu Yazi was still fine.

Then Su Xinghe, who respected his teacher, should have taken them to visit Wu Yazi at the Langhuan Blessed Land on Mount Wuliang in Dali,

and thus met Madam Wang when she was still a little girl.

"Leader, I don't have a token either."

Fan Bailing said with a bitter smile.

They were afraid of bringing trouble to Madam Wang, so they hadn't met her for many years.

'Leader? Are there any sects in the Jianghu with such a young leader?'

A'bi secretly pondered the identities of Zhang Jie and the others.

'Probably some small sect.'

A'bi, who hadn't found news of any major Jianghu sect changing leaders, thought.

Zhang Jie: That's right, the Xiaoyao Sect is indeed a small sect with only a dozen formal disciples.

"Token..."

Zhang Jie rubbed the Seven-Treasure Ring on his left thumb.

'Got it.'

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Zhang Jie.

"Miss A'bi, what do you think of this token?"

Zhang Jie tapped his toes lightly, and his whole body drifted toward A'bi's small boat.

In an instant, Zhang Jie crossed the dozen-meter stretch of water and landed on A'bi's small boat.

"Enough, enough."

A'bi, shocked into a daze by the light martial arts Zhang Jie displayed, nodded mechanically.

With such martial arts, if he were going to cause trouble for Mantuo Shanzhuang, he wouldn't need to go to such lengths.

"Young Master Zhang, I am a maid of the Gusu Murong family, Young Master Murong Fu.

Madam Wang is my Young Master's aunt, and I have been to Mantuo Shanzhuang many times,

so let me take you there." A'bi, having regained her composure, said hurriedly.

"Thank you for your trouble, Miss A'bi." Zhang Jie smiled gently.

"No trouble, no trouble."

A'bi began to row toward Mantuo Shanzhuang.

"Tch!"

Seeing that Zhang Jie had no intention of returning, Yue Laosan, who showed signs of valuing beauty over friends, clicked his tongue.

However, he still hurriedly rowed to follow A'bi.

It didn't matter if one was careless in general matters, but if one neglected duty in important matters,

Zhang Jie would unleash his true, sandbag-sized fists.

And he was extremely satisfied with his new boss, Zhang Jie:

good temper, strong strength, good treatment, and the KPI wasn't high.

Under Yue Laosan's vigorous rowing, A'bi, who was a weak girl, was soon caught up by him.

Just as A'bi, not wanting to lose face for the Murong family, was about to use her internal energy to row,

a hand with slender fingers and not a single visible pore grasped the oar blade.

"Young Master Zhang."

A'bi, whose jade hand could feel the temperature coming from Zhang Jie's hand, felt somewhat shy.

"Let me do it."

Zhang Jie smiled gently; he was a person who cherished flowers and pitied jade.

"Okay."

A'bi, her pretty face slightly red, turned her head away and began to point out the direction for Zhang Jie.

"Valuing beauty over friends!"

Yue Laosan muttered to himself, complaining about Zhang Jie.

Heaven knows, he had been rowing for several hours and hadn't seen Zhang Jie come over to lend a hand.

Now that he had only chatted with this little girl for a few sentences, he was helping out; if this isn't valuing beauty over friends, what is?

"Hmm?"

Zhang Jie, hearing these unpleasant words, turned his head and gave Yue Laosan a look that said "take care of yourself."

"Hiss!"

Yue Laosan shivered.

His new boss was good in every way, except that sometimes his heart wasn't very big, like right now.

'Let your mouth be cheap!'

Yue Laosan gave himself a big slap in his heart.

Having been noted down in Zhang Jie's little notebook, he was afraid he would have to suffer in the future.

His life certainly wouldn't be threatened, but some physical pain was probably unavoidable.

'No, I have to find an opportunity to make up for it.'

Yue Laosan, not daring to talk back anymore, lowered his head and followed honestly after Zhang Jie got off the boat.

"Hee hee."

A'bi, seeing the interaction between Zhang Jie and Yue Laosan, covered her mouth and giggled.

She hadn't expected Zhang Jie and his group to be so interesting.

"But, why does that fierce-looking servant sound so familiar?"

A'bi seemed to have heard of this person somewhere, but now, thinking carefully, she couldn't remember at all.

"Forget it, talk about it later."

A'bi put aside her doubts and began to focus on pointing out the direction for Zhang Jie.

With A'bi pointing the way, Zhang Jie and his group soon arrived at the edge of a small island.

On the small island, one could vaguely see many buildings with white walls and black tiles.

These buildings were arranged in an orderly fashion, together forming a not-so-small garden.

"Young Master Zhang, this is Mantuo Shanzhuang."

A'bi pointed to the garden on the small island and introduced it to Zhang Jie.

'I didn't expect my cheap senior sister to be a rich person.'

Zhang Jie couldn't help but click his tongue at this garden with a huge footprint.

Such a large manor couldn't be built without hundreds of thousands of taels of silver.

'However, is there a part of my money in this?'

Zhang Jie fell into the thought of "My money!" for a moment.

When Madam Wang moved Wu Yazi's collection of books back then, she naturally didn't let go of any floating wealth.

Perhaps a part of the money used to build this manor came from that money.

And he, Zhang Jie, as the most orthodox third-generation leader of the Xiaoyao Sect,

should also have the right to inherit these assets.

When Zhang Jie and the four approached the miniature pier on the small island, the people on the island also discovered them.

"Who is it?"

"What are you doing coming to our Mantuo Shanzhuang?"

Several old nannies carrying knives and swords surrounded them.

"Damn it, it's a strange man!"

Some old nannies discovered Zhang Jie and the three, especially the dashing Zhang Jie.

However, these old things didn't care about any handsome young man;

they only knew that Madam Wang's order was to kill every man who dared to land on the island, except for Murong Fu.

"What? A man?"

"Slaughter them and make them flower fertilizer!"

Several old nannies pulled out their knives and swords, and some even took out bows and arrows to aim at Zhang Jie and the others.

"Damn it, courting death!"

How could Yue Laosan, with his fiery temper, endure this?

He immediately threw down the oar and picked up the crocodile-mouth shears placed on the side.

Fan Bailing didn't say anything, but he also picked up his iron chessboard.

Zhang Jie, on the other hand, stood leisurely with his hands behind his back:

A few soft bows couldn't even break his protective Qi;

the so-called attack was nothing more than a spring breeze brushing his face.

"Don't do it, don't do it, this young master is your Madam's junior brother!"

Seeing the old nannies with swords drawn, A'bi hurriedly said loudly.

With the martial arts Zhang Jie had just displayed, if he were angered,

Mantuo Shanzhuang wouldn't have a single person who could withstand him for one round.

"Miss A'bi."

Someone recognized A'bi, and the weapons in their hands were slowly lowered.

Their Mantuo Shanzhuang and the Murong family of Yanziwu were in-laws for generations, prospering together and suffering together.

Since it was A'bi, representing Murong Fu, who was pleading, they had to give some face.

"Since you were brought by Miss A'bi, we won't pursue this today.

You may leave on your own."

A leading old nanny said from a high position.

"Oh? Do we have to thank you?"

Yue Laosan was almost laughed to anger.

These old women had a high-and-mighty appearance,

as if letting them leave was a favor to them.

If Zhang Jie hadn't spoken, he would have used his crocodile-mouth shears to cut them in half!

"That is natural!"

The leading old nanny didn't seem to hear the coldness in Yue Laosan's words and said it as a matter of course.

"Hmm..."

Even someone with as good a temper as Zhang Jie couldn't help but shake his head.

These old nannies, under the leadership of the extreme Madam Wang, were extremely extreme and had a real prejudice against men.

At this time, someone recognized Yue Laosan and pointed at him in horror:

"You, are you the fierce and evil Yue Laosan among the Four Great Evils?"

"What? Yue Laosan!"

"Look at his fierce and evil face and the crocodile-mouth shears in his hand!"

"The Four Great Evils are here!"

The old nannies who recognized Yue Laosan through his iconic face and weapon were shocked.

You must know that the name of the Four Great Evils was written in blood!

Wherever they went, rivers of blood would flow!

And the Four Great Evils were always inseparable;

if the fierce and evil Yue Laosan was here, then could the "Evil-Doing Duan Yanqing,"

"Wicked Ye Erniang," and "Extremely Evil Yun Zhonghe" be far behind?

"Fierce and evil Yue Laosan?!!"

A'bi's pretty face turned pale; she finally knew why she found Yue Laosan so familiar.

Among the Jianghu experts marked by the Murong family as not to be provoked, the Four Great Evils were at the top of the list.

The Four Great Evils didn't have the highest martial arts ranking in the Jianghu,

but their deterrent power was no less than that of first-class masters.

Compared to other first-class masters who either held onto their status or had attachments,

the Four Great Evils had no attachments and never showed mercy when they struck;

bullying the weak and relying on strength were simply their synonyms.

"Haha! Haha! It's all a false name, just a false name!"

Seeing his name was so loud, Yue Laosan couldn't help but laugh wildly.

*Swish! *

Seeing Yue Laosan admit it, the people of Mantuo Shanzhuang became even more vigilant, and their knives, guns, and weapons were all pointed at Yue Laosan.

Once he made a move, it would definitely be a barrage of knives, swords, and arrows!