Chapter 115

  Niu Ben Shan went to see his partner, and found that his partner was now scared stiff, trembling with fear. He had seen some scenes before, so he plucked up the courage to pour another cup of tea for Cheng Da Lei. He stole a glance at Cheng Da Lei, but found that his expression didn't change, ignoring what was happening around him, focusing only on the teacup in front of him.

  No matter what kind of person he is, having such audacity is rare. However, regardless of who he is, offending both the Golden Dragon Escort Agency and the Canal Sect, two major powers, will likely lead to a terrible fate.

  Huang Tianji stared at Cheng Dairen: "Was it you who injured Luo Yingshan?"

  Cheng Darui did not respond, as if he had not heard.

  Huang Tianji let out a cold snort and rushed at Sun Delong, saying: "Old Master Sun, hand this person over to me. I'll tie him to the flagpole and leave him to be scorched by the sun for seven days."

  "Slow." Sun Delong waved his hand.

  "What's this, Old Master Sun still wants to help this young whippersnapper out?"

  "What's the point of sparing him, he only hurt you, but killed my brothers in the gang. If I let him die at someone else's hands, where would the gang's face be?" Sun Delong stared at Cheng Dairen, his eyes like a mouse that wanted to eat human flesh: "Li Jiaming, according to the gang's rules, what should be done with this kind of person?"

  "Three knives and six holes, killed for feeding dogs."

  "No way, this person must be handed over to our Golden Dragon Escort Agency. The people of our Golden Dragon Escort Agency are not someone who can be beaten by just anyone."

  Neither of them wanted to hand the person over to each other, and for a moment they were at odds with swords drawn. But in anyone's eyes, Cheng Dairen had already become a dead man.

  "Stop!" Cheng Dairen suddenly shouted, his hand pressing the hilt of his sword as he drew it out with a clang: "Whoever wants to fight, come on!"

  "Little kid, you're about to die, and yet..." Sun Delong gave Cheng Dairen a slanted glance, his gaze falling on the sword, before suddenly shutting his mouth.

  He subconsciously stood up, his eyes again sizing up the sword a few times, and a hint of fear actually floated in his pupils.

  "May I ask your honorable surname?"

  Everyone was confused and so was Cheng Dairen.

  "His surname is Ou."

  "What's your surname...?" Sun Delong muttered to himself, his eyes fixed on Cheng Dairen as he sized him up from head to toe, then asked: "How old are you?"

  "Why ask so many questions, are you going to fight or not?"

  "I don't dare, I don't dare."

  Sun Delong hastily waved his hand and slightly lowered his waist by a few centimeters.

  "Huang Tianji was somewhat dazed: 'Old man, what's wrong with you?'"

  Facing Huang Tianji, Sun Delong straightened his back: "Huang Biao, I advise you to leave, Mr. Ou's noble foot treads on humble land, and the safety issue is naturally handled by my Fu Bang, I, Sun Delong, do not allow anyone to threaten Mr. Ou's safety."

  "What are you talking about?"

  "This is all for your own good." Sun Delong blinked his eyes.

  Huang Tianji couldn't fathom the depth of this, how could this young man be so arrogant? What kind of identity did Fu Bang's Old Man Sun have that he would also treat him with such an attitude? Could it be that he had some powerful backing that others didn't dare to mess with?

  Not only did Huang Tianji not understand, but Cheng Dairen was also confused. He held up his sword and stood awkwardly in place, yet he didn't know what had happened either.

  Sun Delong turned around, a smile on his wrinkled face: "If I'm not mistaken, your surname shouldn't be Ou, right?"

  Cheng Dairen's face stiffened, and he slowly sheathed his sword, but did not respond.

  The expression of astonishment in his eyes naturally couldn't deceive Sun Delong, the old fox. The other party smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't reveal your identity. For all the big and small matters in the city, I'll take care of them."

  What identity? What identity do I have? Could it be that this old man has seen through the fact that I am a bandit from the Toad Mountain Village?

  Before Cheng Dairen could say anything, Sun Delong and Huang Tianji had already left the inn. Cheng Dairen and his group looked at each other in dismay, none of them understanding what was going on.

  Several people returned to the Dīngzìhào courtyard, gathering together. The eyes of others looking at Chéng Dàléi were all filled with confusion.

  "Big boss, aren't you hiding some identity we don't know about?"

  "What the hell is going on, I'm also confused now."

  "But why did he leave as soon as he saw you draw your sword?"

  "You ask me who to ask." Cheng Dairen held the sword, his fingers tracing over the small character "Lu" on the blade, subconsciously thinking: "Could it be that there's something wrong with this sword?"

  The sword was left to Li Xing by his father, very sharp and valuable, but not very useful, not as handy as Cheng Dairen's axe, wearing it on his body is mainly for decoration.

  After thinking for a while, still unable to understand, Cheng Dalai waved his hand and said: "Let's all disperse, we have things to attend to tomorrow."

  Everyone left with confusion, Cheng Dalai walked to the window and let out a soft sigh.

  "Are you worried about something?"

  A voice sounded behind him, and Cheng Dairen turned his head to see Su Qing standing behind him.

  "Why haven't you gone to sleep yet?"

  Su Ying's eyes carefully sized up Cheng Darui, and she slowly said: "I always feel that after you came to Yangzhou, you're not quite the same as before."

  "What's different? Is it because there is dirt on my face?"

  Su Ying shook her head: "A bit arrogant."

  "Some are arrogant..." Cheng Dairen leaned against the windowsill, letting out a light sigh: "Time is limited, can't help but be arrogant."

  ……

  Not long after leaving the inn, Huang Tianji stopped Sun Delong.

  "Old Master Sun, make it clear to me, what is that young man to you? Why are you protecting him like this?"

  "Protecting him is protecting you."

  "What's the meaning of this? Does Huang Tianji need someone to protect him?"

  "He... is someone neither of us can afford to offend."

  Huang Tianji was even more confused, and he thought about Cheng Daren's appearance in his mind, but he didn't think there was anything unusual about Cheng Daren.

  "Didn't you see that sword?"

  "A sword... what's the point of a sword, it's just a good sword, but those who truly roam the jianghu, the real masters, who would wear a sword? Only those wealthy family's parasites use a sword to put on a show."

  "That's just a mediocre sword."

  "Matchless Sword!" Huang Tianji was shocked and stuttered: "Could he be..."

  "Alas, it can't be said, it can't be said. Once spoken, it would reveal the heavenly secret, and the heavenly secret must not be leaked."

  One of the sedan chairs hastily departed, leaving Huang Tianji standing there with a pale face.

  Emperor Wu of Han was the current emperor, Emperor Wu ruled the country for 36 years, it can't be said that he was very incompetent, nor can it be said that he was very wise, just ordinary. The advantage of being an emperor is that there are many women, three palaces, six courtyards and seventy-two concubines, although it's a general term, but actually almost the same.

  The more women there are, the more children there will be. It's hard to say how many sons and daughters Ming Emperor has, he himself may not even know. But everyone in the empire knows that among his thirteen most favored sons, one of them must be the future heir to the throne.

  In the 22nd year of Emperor Ming, iron was mined from Tian Mountain and fourteen swords were cast. One was called the Heavenly Sword, held by the Emperor himself, while the other twelve were called the Princes' Swords, given to the twelve princes.

  There was a sixth prince who, from a young age, disliked reading books and instead loved to associate with heroes of the rivers and lakes, merchants, and travelers. The Ming Emperor disliked his lack of ambition but liked his straightforward nature, so he specially had a sword made for him.

  This sword is called Matchless Sword.

  The word "Lu" on the sword does not represent a surname, but rather the number six, the sixth prince of the six.