Chapter 3

Zhang Qiyuan arranged a large cart, bringing the fierce tiger and the delighted minor official into the city to report the good news and deliver the medicine, which greatly disappointed the Yang Ding couple who wanted to see the Prefect Ming. However, thinking of Qin Xu's promise, the couple's mood improved considerably.

Wang Shi regretted that her son could not benefit from the magistrate's noble aura and lashed out when she returned.

"Sanlang, are you still not resting enough? There's no firewood at home."

Why didn't Yang Dalang and Yang Erlang go? Yang Xuan, frowning inside the house, originally wanted to resist, but he touched the pass in his chest. He turned around, looked at the house he had lived in for over ten years, packed his things, and walked out.

He glanced at the sharp-tongued Wang Shi, took the axe and the pole, and walked out step by step.

This glance actually made Wang Shi and Yang Ding pause for a moment, then Wang Shi became furious, "He actually doesn't respond, how bold!"

Yang Xuan turned around and said before Yang Ding's anger flared up, "The tiger was hunted by me, and everyone in the village can vouch for it. Besides, I want to study."

The faces of the Yang Ding couple changed dramatically.

Yang Xuan felt a great sense of satisfaction and walked away. At this moment, he recalled many things, such as the night he was sick at six years old, when the Yang Ding couple had never been so anxious. Now, he thought, they were more worried about losing the 500 coins...

He felt a bit uncomfortable and forcibly interrupted his thoughts, smiling at a returning villager.

The trees by the village could not be cut down; this was the rule, so he had to go to the mountains.

After walking for about half an hour, Yang Xuan suddenly felt a shock and hurriedly hid behind a tree.

Four people stood on a small hill ahead.

Three men in black robes held weapons, while Yang Lue stood opposite them, unarmed.

The leader, holding a saber, glanced at the flustered Yang Xuan and sneered, "Yang Lue, five years ago you fled from our pursuit. Today, you return, what do you want? To die here?"

The three men in black robes slowly moved, subtly surrounding Yang Lue. However, they all wore wary expressions, as if Yang Lue were a fierce tiger.

Yang Lue glanced at Yang Xuan and said expressionlessly, "You dare not go to Southern Zhou!"

The middle-aged man's eyes sparkled, "He is also in Southern Zhou?"

Yang Lue's foot twitched slightly.

The three men shouted in unison.

"Attack!"

The three men leaped forward, their feet not touching the ground.

The three sabers moved, and countless fierce blade winds sealed off every inch of space where Yang Lue could dodge. Dry grass rose and swirled in the air, turning to ash.

This...

This was the first time Yang Xuan had seen such power.

He opened his mouth, shocked and then bewildered, but he was actually thinking of a way out. He watched carefully, thinking about what would happen if he joined in. In an instant, he became dejected. According to his calculations, joining in would only distract Yang Lue and be of no use.

Yang Lue suddenly punched the air, and the air exploded, scattering the blade winds.

Yang Lue suddenly turned left, and the man on the left shouted and slashed the air with his saber.

This was the direction Yang Lue was heading.

But Yang Lue did not dodge.

Yang Lue!

Yang Xuan knew that going in would mean certain death and might even endanger Yang Lue, but this middle-aged man was the only person in the world who truly cared about him.

Yang Lue's punch went straight forward.

His eyes saw no saber, only...

Killing intent.

Clang!

The punch and the saber met, and the saber shattered, sending countless fragments flying, filling the air with sharp whistling sounds.

This... Yang Xuan watched in shock, thinking that this was a saber, and even a foot could not break it. Yet Yang Lue had shattered it with one punch. What kind of skill was this?

A man leaped up from behind, but Yang Lue seemed unaware, his fist stubbornly moving forward.

The man, rapidly retreating, crossed his hands in front of his face.

Bang!

The sound of breaking bones echoed, and the man rapidly retreated, leaving deep grooves in the ground with his legs.

Yang Lue was kicked from behind, but he held back the blood, and took the opportunity to rush toward the nearby mountains.

He looked back while flying, laughing, "I'm gone!"

This glance also swept over Yang Xuan.

Yang Lue was not a talkative person and would not waste words with his enemies.

He is telling me to go!

To Chang'an!

Yang Xuan crouched there, trembling. He should have quickly fled to avoid being silenced. But he was worried about Yang Lue. Although he could not follow, he wanted to stay and watch Yang Lue disappear safely into the mountains. As for being silenced... he glanced at the two men, thinking about how to feign helplessness to escape.

The two men pursued relentlessly and soon disappeared into the mountains.

The remaining man lay about twenty steps away from Yang Xuan, his hands and chest bones broken, but his pale face showed only annoyance, as if these injuries were trivial. He took a deep breath, "Boy, help me up, and you will be blessed."

Yang Xuan raised his eyes, somewhat flustered and bewildered, and after several calls, he dragged himself over step by step.

The man was in his forties and smiled, "Come."

This boy was a witness, and their pursuit of Yang Lue must not be known. If it were, the one-eyed man from the Mirror Platform would tear them apart.

The man's eyes were cold, his smile deceptive, as if watching a pure lamb approach.

Yang Xuan sniffed and approached, reaching out to help him.

The man's right foot lifted slightly, and with a single movement, he could ensure that the boy's internal organs would turn to mush, with no external signs.

He smiled, as if a deity about to crush an ant.

Suddenly, he felt a slight pain in his right arm, frowned, "Don't touch here... huh!"

Just as he was about to move his foot, he felt numbness spread rapidly from the pain in his right arm.

He opened his mouth...

"You..."

Yang Xuan let go, stepped back, and held the axe, looking at the man as if at his prey, and said softly, "This is the venom of the most poisonous snake in the mountains, mixed with seven toxins, causing instant death. Animals killed by this venom look as if they were frozen, but their fur remains intact."

"The poison is almost gone," he said regretfully, "A bear would die instantly, but you can still speak, truly remarkable. Unfortunately, your fur is not valuable."

The man's face changed dramatically. He was skilled, but never imagined he would fall to a village boy.

The boy turned and left.

How did this boy know I was going to kill him? And shouldn't a boy of his age be under his parents' care, dreaming of the world? How did he know about poison, let alone the most poisonous snake, which is very dangerous... The man opened his mouth, making hoarse sounds, "You are..."

The boy did not look back but held his head high. He felt proud of removing a major enemy for Yang Lue and said,

"My name is Yang Xuan! By the way, don't think about carving my name on the ground. Try it if you don't believe me."

The man's fingers moved on the ground, and he swore he wrote "Yang Xuan."

But his fingers only trembled slightly, and nothing appeared on the ground.

Only a small ant stood up, waving its arms at the sky...

The boy, gradually moving away, leaped and waved his fist at the sky.

"I'm going to Chang'an!"

...

Two days later, Yang Xuan and the Yang Ding couple had a big argument, and he then disappeared with his belongings.

Zhang Qiyuan brought people to the door and scolded the Yang Ding couple.

"Sanlang has earned money for the Yang family for five years, and you are still not satisfied? You drove him away, have you fed your kindness to dogs?"

The Yang Ding couple naturally did not dare to say that Yang Xuan was not their son. Their third son had died at three years old, and Yang Lue had brought Yang Xuan. For 2,000 coins and 500 coins per year, the Yang Ding couple had moved on from their grief.

The Tang people were fierce, and the villagers had long been dissatisfied with the family's abuse of Yang Xuan. If the truth came out, they would not be able to stay in Dingnan County!

"When did the experts from the Mirror Platform become so weak, to be killed by one punch?" In the mountains, Yang Lue, worried about Yang Xuan's safety, returned with news and had been staring into space by the fire for a long time. He knew they would silence witnesses and thought that as a hunter, Yang Xuan would take the opportunity to escape when the man was immobilized. But the expert was dead, and someone saw the two burning the corpse in the wild.

"Go, go to Chang'an. The most dangerous place is also the safest. But those old friends..." Yang Lue looked in the direction of Chang'an, raised his head, and took a sip of water, as if sending Yang Xuan off. He suddenly smiled and said, "Chang'an, long time no see!"

But then his brow furrowed, "That boy went to Chang'an, Chang'an... might not be safe."

Not having drunk for years, Yang Lue raised his head and drank for a long time, put down the wine bag, exhaled, and reached out, looking at the starlight on his fingertips, and said softly, "He has finally grown up."

...

At night, Wang Shi lay on the bear skin and cursed, "When he comes back, I'll show him... huh! I remember he had a box that no one could touch, I'll go see."

"Don't go," Yang Ding lay on the bear skin, annoyed, "He must have taken all the valuable things."

After a while, Wang Shi's scream came from Yang Xuan's room.

"Husband!"

Yang Ding rushed over.

Under the wooden box, over a thousand copper coins were neatly stacked, looking as if they had been counted countless times, shiny and smooth.

...

Yang Xuan, hated by the Yang Ding couple, was now on his way to Chang'an.

The sun was bright, and green could be seen on the ground, making Yang Xuan's mood bright as well. Thinking of his journey to the prosperous Chang'an, he could not help but be elated.

"They did take care of me for many years."

Although the boy hated the miserable years after ten, he could not bear to leave without a trace. He left most of his savings, so he could only walk.

"I'll walk to Chang'an!"

The first time traveling far, the boy felt the whole world was smiling at him.

The road was wide enough for the carriages behind him to travel.

But the sound of hooves and arrogant shouts came from behind.

"Get out of the way!"

The sound of the horsewhip was sharp.

Like encountering danger in the mountains, Yang Xuan ducked and kicked instinctively.

The horse, with the rider on its back, neighed and flew out.

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