Chapter 173

"I say, Lu Lu Xiaofeng, why are you so shameless? You ask for help at every turn. Look at Hua Hua Manlou; he hasn't said a word!"

Lin Fan asked with interest.

"I've always asked for help when I can't win. In the past, I asked Ximen Ximen Chuixue for help when I had trouble. After having a friend like you, I have one more person I can ask for help."

Lu Lu Xiaofeng said with a smile, not caring at all.

He didn't care about face; he always asked for help when he could.

"Sword Separating the World!"

Lu Lu Xiaofeng suddenly heard Lin Fan shout "Sword Separating the World" and was so scared he hurriedly ran away with Hua Hua Manlou.

Then he saw a sword aura sweep across, directly cutting Yagyu Tajima-no-Kami and the fake Wuwu in half.

"Lin Fan, I admit my mouth is a bit loose, but you didn't have to use 'Sword Separating the World,' did you? Are you helping me deal with the enemy, or are you helping to send me away?"

Lu Lu Xiaofeng cried out. Although this was the second time he had seen this sword aura, it still made his hair stand on end and felt like needles on his back.

"It's about the same. Don't worry about these details!"

Lin Fan waved his hand and said casually.

Just then, the Little Dragon Maiden and Li Li Mochou, that pair of peerless beauties, had also finished off the other enemies.

"Let's go, don't let these small fry delay our journey!"

Lin Fan led everyone to continue toward Shangjing City, feeling a bit puzzled about what Zhu Zhu Wushi was up to. Why did he send people to capture Princess Yunluo? Could it be that he wanted to get the Heavenly Fragrance Cardamom from her? But he shouldn't know that the Heavenly Fragrance Cardamom was in Princess Yunluo's hands yet, right?

By the time of the Shen hour (3-5 PM), Lin Fan's group arrived in front of a tall city, and "Shangjing City" was written on the city wall.

"Finally here. I'm going to settle the score with Qin Gui, so I'll part ways with you here!"

Lin Fan bowed to Hua Hua Manlou and Lu Lu Xiaofeng and said.

"Wait, you haven't taken the power map yet!"

Hua Hua Manlou called out to stop Lin Fan, who was about to leave.

"That's true!"

So, Lin Fan followed Hua Hua Manlou to the basement of the Hua family's bank. After obtaining the distribution map of the major powers in Shangjing City, Lin Fan examined it with interest.

He found that the capital was indeed the capital; all major sects had liaison offices and service points here.

"Alright, I have to go, otherwise it will be dark!"

Lin Fan said goodbye and left, while Lu Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Hua Manlou bowed to see him off.

No one noticed that when he came out, there was one more person by Lin Fan's side—that person was naturally Wujing.

For revenge, if she didn't let Wujing kill Qin Gui with her own hands, how could she resolve her inner knot?

"Let's go!"

Lin Fan scanned the women and then led them toward the Prime Minister's residence.

"Stop! This is the Prime Minister's residence area; idlers are not allowed to enter!"

More than ten soldiers guarding the intersection stopped Lin Fan.

Lin Fan hadn't expected that the Prime Minister's residence would occupy half of the ten-mile-long Vermilion Bird Street and block the road halfway. This showed how great Qin Gui's power was.

Half of this place was a bustling market, and the other half was the quiet Prime Minister's residence; it was truly ironic.

Lin Fan didn't even look at these soldiers and continued forward on his horse. The soldiers wanted to draw their swords to warn him, but A'Zi shot them with hidden weapons, and they instantly fell to the ground dead.

"Something happened, something happened! Someone is attacking the Prime Minister's residence."

"I wonder which Jianghu hero it is this time. Can't they sneak in at night? Walking in so openly, are they tired of living?"

"You don't understand. The Prime Minister's residence is open all year round, day and night. There are always soldiers and martial arts experts patrolling back and forth, surrounding the residence so tightly that not even a fly can fly in."

The market suddenly became even more lively, with many people calling friends and bringing people to watch the scene of the Jianghu hero bravely storming the Prime Minister's residence.

"Quick, quick, quick!"

Since the situation at the intersection was known to the common people and the Jianghu people, the Prime Minister's residence naturally knew about it too.

Soon, someone went in to report to Qin Gui.

At this time, Qin Gui was entertaining a distinguished guest: the current Emperor, Zhao Gou.

"Reporting to the Prime Minister..."

Because Zhao Gou was visiting incognito, the guards didn't recognize him. Seeing an outsider present, the guard stopped halfway through his sentence.

"Speak if you have something to say!"

Qin Gui said with dissatisfaction.

"Someone is attacking the Prime Minister's residence, and they have killed the soldiers guarding Vermilion Bird Street. They are currently heading toward the residence."

The subordinate naturally heard Qin Gui's dissatisfaction and hurriedly reported.

"Is this worth disturbing me? Send the residence army out to deal with him. If that doesn't work, notify the guest experts!"

The subordinate took the order and hurriedly went to notify the residence army. To show his appreciation for Qin Gui, Zhao Gou had specially allowed him to form a 300-man residence army to guard his home. Now was the time to use them.

"Does the Prime Minister often encounter assassination attempts?"

Zhao Gou asked, knowing the answer.

"Yes. Although I have a sincere heart and have been running around lobbying for the stability of the country and the well-being of the people, enduring humiliation to facilitate the alliance between the Jin and the Southern Song to avoid suffering and turmoil, it is inevitable that some people will misunderstand me and think I am a traitor. Therefore, people often come to assassinate me."

Qin Gui had the expression of a loyal minister who was misunderstood and felt wronged, which made Zhao Gou sneer in his heart.

Qin Gui was a treacherous minister, and Zhao Gou wished he could kill him immediately. It wasn't because he was a treacherous minister harming the country and the people—which dynasty didn't have treacherous ministers?

It was just that Qin Gui often didn't take him, the Emperor, seriously, thinking that with the Jin people as his backing, he could be arrogant and domineering, often threatening him with veiled words.

Zhao Gou had long wanted to kill him, but he didn't dare. Qin Gui was the lackey of the Jin people and represented the Jin state. Killing him meant tearing his face off with the Jin people. When the Jin people invaded on a large scale, the weak Song army would be no match for those savage barbarians, and the country would be in danger of collapse at any time.

Now, although he was submissive and ceded territory and paid reparations to the Jin state, he was at least still the Emperor.

As for the territory on the border and the lives of the people, he couldn't care that much.

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow after seeing the 300 residence soldiers rush out, then waved his hand, and a zither appeared in his hand.

"Fire arrows!"

The leader of the residence soldiers had no intention of talking. He ordered the 300 men to fire in three waves. In an instant, a dense rain of arrows flew toward Lin Fan and the others.

Hua Hua Manlou and Lu Lu Xiaofeng appeared on a tall building in the distance. They couldn't let go of their friend Lin Fan, so they came to check.

"Zheng!"

Lin Fan just gently plucked the zither strings. With his internal energy infused, the zither sound resounded through the clouds.

As Lin Fan played the "Heavenly Dragon Eight Tones," the zither sound was like knives and swords, sharp and revealing, and an atmosphere of killing permeated the air.

Then the zither sound turned into invisible blades, sweeping away the rain of arrows.

The leader of the residence soldiers changed color. He saw that Lin Fan was an expert, a true peerless expert. However, before he could warn his men, the invisible blades swept across, and the 300 residence soldiers were instantly torn apart, leaving no corpses, and even the two stone lions at the entrance of the Prime Minister's residence exploded.

Lin Fan's expression was indifferent and calm. These residence soldiers were helping the tyrant, and they deserved to die.