Chapter 129: Eagle Wind Stronghold!

A soft sword flashed from Jiang Yunchu's waist; then, that soft sword, like a vibration, directly sliced across the man's arm.

Height problem.

But Jiang Yunchu wasn't discouraged; was she injured?

Then let me taste what it's like for my son to be injured!

"It's been many years since anyone could hurt me; I miss it." The man's eyes were filled with an excited gleam.

After exchanging blows, Jiang Yunchu's arm was stabbed; blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, and she looked extremely pitiable.

Her lake-blue dress was now dotted with specks of red.

Like red koi fish, constantly swimming in the lake.

Meanwhile, the man opposite was in worse shape, panting heavily; his gaze at Jiang Yunchu already held a determination to kill.

This person cannot be left alive!

The future threat is too great.

But before his thought could settle, he suddenly felt his body stiffen and his movements become sluggish.

"You... used poison?"

The man's face turned cold; Kang Ying's daughter actually used poison.

How ironic!

Jiang Yunchu snorted coldly, "Trade my wounds for your death."

"Worth it!"

As the words fell, the dagger plunged straight into the man's neck.

At the moment of thrusting, a muffled groan could still be felt, but when she pulled it out straight away, only a fleeting spray of blood remained.

The spurting blood sprayed her face; those specks of blood trickled down her face, forming lines of bloodstains.

She merely smiled faintly; the blood that splashed into her mouth, she lightly licked with her tongue tip, "Even a villain's blood isn't sweet."

"Why are you rushing to seek death?"

Blaze seemed to sense something, quickly running over from the side.

But Jiang Yunchu didn't get up; instead she sat on the ground, opened the layers of her skirt, and tore them apart.

If she had any fighting strength left, she wouldn't have torn her skirt.

This skirt was chosen for her by Yue Yue.

"Mother, you look best in this skirt."

"No, Mother looks good in anything; it's this skirt that looks good because Mother wears it."

The little girl swayed, the bell chiming clearly.

Her appearance was as if right before one's eyes.

Jiang Yunchu clenched the dagger in her mouth, then took off the sandbags on her legs.

Besides when bathing she would take off the sandbags; at other times she never removed them, even while sleeping the sandbags hung on her legs, helping her form an instinct.

She had promised Ningguang and the others that, unless it was a matter of life and death, she would never take off the sandbags before mastering lightness skill.

But...

Today, she will go back on her word.

Compared to her promise, compared to her lightness skill, none of it measures up to a single hair of Yue Yue.

Her promise broken, she doubled her efforts to fulfill it.

If her lightness skill fails, she can give a thousandfold, whether sweat or blood, she accepts it.

But thinking of Yue Yue's injury, she feels pain and wants to kill!

"Yue Yue." Jiang Yunchu closed her eyes, and when she opened them, only clarity and killing intent remained.

A manor fifty li away.

"General, something's wrong." A shadow came from the mountains and knelt before Ning Chengyan.

"What happened?" Ning Chengyan looked at him.

This person, he had sent to Jingdu, always watching over the safety of Wang Fu.

Even though he had disappeared for many years, the events of those years remain unresolved, and now he needs to conceal his identity.

But Wang Fu has people he doesn't trust; for years the shadow has never sent a report—this is the first time it has appeared before him.

"Wang Fu is in trouble; the young lady was abducted, and the Princess Consort rushed after them." The shadow knelt on the ground, not daring to meet the general's eyes.

"The Princess Consort, alone?" Ning Chengyan asked.

"Yes, the Princess Consort alone, but the dark guard should be watching." The shadow and dark guard are different systems; the dark guard protects the Wang Fu personnel, dispatched by the Father Emperor to the Mother Consort.

However, what was dispatched to the Mother Consort is also another kind of provision for him.

The Elder Imperial Brother knows of this; to put his mind at ease, the dark guard in Jingdu has been protecting Wang Fu.

But the shadow is different; the shadow is a spy gathering information, some of them even lack martial arts, and now the shadow has come to deliver a message.

"Notify the Vice General: disguise yourself, become a bandit, spur your horse, and rescue them."

Ning Chengyan had no hesitation; although he didn't know it at the time, he already had his own Princess Consort.

Although they had only met once, there wasn't much feeling, but toward Jiang Yunchu he felt a spontaneous joy.

Only by entrusting Wang Fu to such a person could he feel at ease.

"Yes!"

The shadow quickly departed; deep in the mist there is a shortcut to Jingdu, but the entrance is concealed, known only to their people.

This is also why Ning Chengyan is unwilling to leave this manor.

Ning Chengyan stroked his Gentleman's Sword; three years have passed, the Gentleman's Sword has never tasted blood—today it should finally have its fill!

On the other side.

Jiang Yunchu was like a killing god; no matter who she encountered, she remained silent and went straight to kill.

Like a marionette, the wounds all over her body, the blood flowing, dripped down drop by drop.

It was the hand gripping the Soft Sword; now all five fingers were stained red with blood, unknown whether it was the enemy's or her own.

"Jiang Yunchu, I want you to never return!" someone roared.

That person's eyes held a cold glint; he gripped a large blade, and on the blade's back were three big rings—a Triple Ring Blade.

"Ying Feng Zhai!"

The chief of Ying Feng Zhai, also their boss, was named Chen Ying; he wielded a Triple Ring Blade that weighed over eighty jin, yet in his hands it felt weightless, and he brandished it with mighty vigor, even producing the sound of wind as the blade swung.

Thus it got its name.

The authorities had launched several captures; Ying Feng Zhai was easy to defend but hard to attack, and although its people suffered heavy casualties, the authorities' forces had also lost half.

In the end, Chen Ying was even allowed to lead his subordinates and family in escaping.

Dealing the authorities a resounding slap.

After that, the two sides lived in peace; as long as Ying Feng Zhai did not overstep, the authorities turned a blind eye.

"Why did you abduct my children?" Jiang Yunchu's voice was low.

She used strips torn from her skirt, wrapping them around her hand layer by layer; her hand was sweaty and bloody, the sword hilt a bit slippery, not easy to grip.

"It was you who first killed my brother."

Chen Ying narrowed his eyes and replied, "Whoever hurt my brother, I will surely take revenge; otherwise, as the chief of Ying Feng Zhai, where would my face be?"

Those who wander the jianghu must command respect; if they cannot, Ying Feng Zhai would have ceased to exist long ago.

"Heh!" Jiang Yunchu curled the corners of her mouth, as if she had heard a joke,

but she shook her head, her tone light, as if speaking only to herself: "It doesn't matter anymore!"

A misunderstanding?

A scheme?

Is it important?

Her son was injured, her daughter's life or death unknown; no reason mattered anymore.

She wanted their blood to wash away her children's inner wounds, to cleanse this memory and helplessness.

Reason! Damned reason!