After crossing, let yourself go

Chapter 141

Ever since the last time they saw the young master take action, the soldiers couldn't stop going back. They were all like seeing a ghost when the young master was mentioned. "Yes, the one just now was the one who was rumored in the camp, Han Jiu, my young master."

Thinking back to the lazy man and what he had just said to Pei Qing, and then thinking of the current General Fu of Anping State, he smiled and sighed, "It turns out that you can't judge a person by his appearance."

That seemingly harmless person was so lethal yet so kind to his own people. Where was Fu Sangke's home?

Pei Qing is a man who looks rough on the outside but is actually a delicate person on the inside. He has been in the military camp for some time and knows a little about General Fu.

General Fu's family had been in the army for generations. His father and several uncles died in battle, and his eldest brother also died on the battlefield. He was the only male left in the Fu family, so Old Man Fu, Fu Sangke's grandfather, refused to allow him to join the army.

The old man said that if he put on a military uniform, he would die in front of him. The old man could not bear to see the old man send off the young man. But at that time, Fu Sangke was too young to pay attention to these things. In his heart, his father and several uncles were heroes, and his eldest brother was his idol. He wanted to be a great general like his eldest brother since he was a child, a great general that people admired.

So he secretly joined the army despite his grandfather's opposition. At that time, he thought his grandfather was just trying to scare him. When the old man in the general's mansion learned that his only grandson had joined the army, he did not commit suicide but was so angry that he vomited blood and died.

After learning that his grandfather had died of anger due to him, Fu Sangke was completely stunned. He rushed home but was kicked out of the general's mansion. His mother, dressed in mourning, pointed at him and scolded, "You unfilial son, the Fu family doesn't have a son like you, get out."

From then on, Fu Sangke lost his home. He had not set foot into the door of Fu's house for more than ten years. Every year when he came back, he would find a way to see his mother, but his mother had never forgiven him. His surname was Fu, but he was no longer the Fu in the general's mansion.

Sometimes Fu Sangke would often think to himself, if he had not joined the army, would he have a wife and children by now? His mother would make clothes for her children stitch by stitch, and his grandfather would often ask him to play chess and play with birds with him. But where are the ifs in this world?

He, Fu Sangke, is now alone, without a home or family. Others hate others, but he hates himself.

It was already late at night. Han Jiu tightened her clothes and walked back slowly. From yesterday till now, she had been troubled by Yan Hongzhi. That man's pestering methods were unmatched in the world.

Although it was winter, the city was very lively at night, just like the original Beiming City. There were many stalls at night, and many shops were closed late. The nightlife was still very rich. Han Jiu walked home while looking around. As he walked, he passed by someone. The person glanced at him lightly. Han Jiu hooked her lips at him almost unnoticed, and then the two of them walked in their own directions.

The person who passed by Han Jiu seemed to have discovered something when he walked not far away. When he turned around, he saw, as expected, Han Jiu turned into a remote alley and jumped onto the roof, then disappeared into the night.

The man frowned, as if he was thinking about something. He didn't think for long before he chased in the direction where Han Jiu disappeared. This man was Fu Sangke whom he had seen during the day.

He and Pei Qing chatted until very late, and this time they were sent by the emperor to govern the imperial capital. Their duty was to make the imperial capital orderly and safe. Because this would be under the feet of the emperor, he walked around the streets to get to know the city.

Now that something like this has happened, of course he has to go there. Someone is following Han Jiu with the intention to kill him. He knows who Han Jiu is. What's more, he knows that no matter who gets into trouble, Han Jiu must be safe. Everyone knows how much the emperor values ​​Han Jiu.

Han Jiu ran all the way to the woods in the suburbs before stopping. He tightened his collar to block the cold wind from blowing in and said quietly, "You're not fast enough. It took you so long to catch up."

Several figures flashed in the darkness. Han Jiu raised his eyebrows and looked at those people. Six people, and there were still some who hadn't shown up. Who sent them? Among the sixty people of Emperor Bei Ming?

When Han Jiu was still wondering who it was, one of the men in black pointed a sword at him and said, "Han Jiu, give me back my master's life."

Oh, I know who it is. Han Jiu, who was originally lazy and casual, suddenly changed. The whole person became cold and terrifying. "It's my fault that I didn't kill all of you."

She used incredible speed to flash to the person closest to her, instantly drew out the sword he had not yet drawn, and then killed the person at the same time. "Xia Yiming, it's not easy to see your master. Come, I'll take you there."

Xia Yiming was stunned. He was masked, so how did Han Jiu know it was his? He opened his eyes wide and looked at the ghostly man with disbelief on his face, "You..."

Han Jiu grinned and said, "Silly child, any one of you from the Divine Sect who walks in front of me must die."

Another masked man saw his companion dead, drew out his sword and shouted "You are the big devil in the cult, you should have been killed long ago, the eldest brother and others should not have pleaded for you in the first place."

Han Jiu glanced at him and said, "Plead for me? You talk as if you can kill me. Didn't you stop because you were afraid that I would kill all of you?" What a joke.

Everyone was speechless. This was indeed the case. Several major sects had joined forces to kill Han Jiu, but he alone killed all the sects' closed disciples, and almost no one was left. Even several elders of Ziyuan Villa who were very skilled in martial arts at that time were beaten to death by him.

Thinking that these people had lost their momentum, they were no match for Han Jiu, but they had cards. Thinking of this, Xia Yiming waved his hand towards the dark. Three people walked out from behind the tree, and Han Jiu knew all three of them. Shit, Han Jiu cursed inwardly.

One of the three people who stood up saw that Han Jiu was obviously trying to break free from the rope on him, but he couldn't. His mouth was stuffed with cloth, so he could only make anxious whimpering sounds towards Han Jiu.

Han Jiu stroked his forehead and said to Leng Meiren, "Why did you arrest Mr. Liu?" This damn woman.

Leng Yan looked at Han Jiu calmly, her emotions changing constantly. It would be a lie to say that she was not worried, but she had to try again. Brother Qu... "We don't know where to start with the people around you, but you seem to have forgotten this very good friend of yours."

Han Jiu looked at Master Liu who was about to cry but had no tears and smiled bitterly, "Who told you that he was my very good friend? After he died, there were many successors to the Liu family. I will just make another Master Liu."

Young Master Liu was about to cry when he heard Han Jiu say this, "Master Jiu, you can't do this to me, I'm so sad."

Leng Yan was also a little unsure of Han Jiu. It was true that the Liu family had more than just this eldest son, and according to normal people, the reason for making friends with Young Master Liu was nothing more than because of his family's financial resources.

She checked Han Jiu. In the past, when he was in Dayan, he always made friends with relatively wealthy young men, and this Young Master Liu was the richest one among them. While Leng Yan was thinking, the old man who had been silent beside her spoke up, "Miss, he is bluffing you."

Han Jiu squinted his eyes and looked at the old man. This old man was the weird old man in the puppet shop, the old man who made the puppets extremely ugly.

The old man smiled with his wrinkled face, "Why don't we give it a try?" After that, he tore off the cloth from Master Liu's mouth, and a dagger appeared in his hand and instantly stabbed into Master Liu's arm.

"Ah!" Young Master Liu screamed in pain. He had never suffered such a torture before. He had been raised in the palm of the hand since he was a child, with delicate skin and tender flesh. The pain from the knife was so severe that he almost fainted.