Chapter 80

"Let's go for a walk in the city," Chu Li said, "I haven't been there for a long time."

"Senior Brother, it's only been a month," Zhao Ying said with a smile.

Chu Li jumped onto the small boat, "Let's go!"

He wouldn't talk about the matters of the Jingyun Gang to outsiders; if the news leaked, the Jingyun Gang would be in danger.

Zhao Ying wisely didn't ask more questions and jumped onto the boat, "Let's go to Baiyun Tower!"

The two got on the boat, and with their inner strength, the boat quickly left the mansion and leisurely made its way to Baiyun Tower.

They arrived just in time; the bustling second floor had a table by the window available.

The two sat down, ordered a few dishes, and Zhao Ying began to talk about the events that had occurred in the mansion over the past month. Influenced by Chu Li, she now also cared about these trivial matters.

Chu Li sipped his fine wine and chatted casually.

As the lanterns lit up, the soft light made Zhao Ying look even more charming. Her face, like white jade, and her eyes, sparkling with light, made her even more captivating.

Chu Li, though not drunk, felt a warm buzz.

He picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and stared into Zhao Ying's bright eyes.

Zhao Ying felt his gaze becoming increasingly intense, her cheeks flushed, making her even more alluring.

"Watch out!" Her eyes suddenly widened, and she turned to stare behind Chu Li, drawing her sword and thrusting it out.

Chu Li sidestepped, his figure blurring, and a sickly-looking, thin middle-aged man's right fist hit Chu Li's shadow.

He was tall and slender, wearing a long robe that had been washed gray, loose and wide, as if a bamboo pole was holding up the robe.

He had a long, narrow face, a sallow complexion, and sleepy eyes, as if he had just woken up from a dream. He didn't look like someone who knew martial arts but rather a down-and-out middle-aged man who was always drunk.

"Clang..." Zhao Ying's sword tip struck the man's left palm, producing a metallic sound.

Chu Li turned and thrust his sword.

He saw that Zhao Ying's sword tip left a white mark on the man's palm without breaking the skin, indicating that the man had extraordinary hard qigong, making him impervious to blades and bullets.

"Clang..." Chu Li's sword struck the man's chest, producing a metallic sound.

Chu Li felt his sword slip, as if it had hit iron, not just hard qigong, but a heart guard!

"Who are you?" Chu Li thrust his sword again, the Dazhanyingzhi already activated.

The middle-aged man grunted and turned to leave.

Chu Li flashed behind him and pressed a palm down.

"Bang!" A dull sound, the middle-aged man flew up, crashing through the window and out of the building.

Chu Li flashed again, appearing in mid-air, and struck the man's chest with another palm.

Zhao Ying also leaped out with her sword, light as a swallow.

In mid-air, she couldn't find a foothold and had to descend. She quickly swung her sword, using the Flying Swallow Sword Technique to slow her descent, and her toes touched a window on the second floor, allowing her to glide out.

Chu Li struck the middle-aged man with three palms, each one driving pure, needle-like inner strength into his heart, capable of penetrating the heart guard.

He already knew the man's identity: the Three-Eyed Dragon King, Ding Weisong!

Ding Weisong had come to him first, the world's wonders were truly unpredictable!

"Ugh..." Ding Weisong finally couldn't withstand Chu Li's palm strikes, his internal organs injured.

He felt like a clumsy bear, his movements too slow, becoming a target for the other to abuse, which was truly frustrating!

"Bang!" Ding Weisong landed heavily, kicking up a cloud of yellow dust.

Chu Li landed beside him, "Who hired you?"

Ding Weisong lay on his back, blood at the corners of his mouth, his eyes still sleepy, and chuckled, "Good job, Chu Li, you're worth 20,000 taels indeed!"

Chu Li frowned, "What kind of cultivation method did you practice?"

Ding Weisong suddenly rolled over and ran.

"Clang..." Zhao Ying landed from the air, her sword tip piercing his left shoulder.

Ding Weisong's figure paused, and Chu Li was already behind him, pressing another palm down.

"Bang!" Ding Weisong flew out.

He spat out a stream of blood in mid-air, his figure suddenly accelerating, turning into a wisp of smoke and disappearing down the street before the onlookers could react.

Chu Li frowned, looking in the direction Ding Weisong had fled. What a fast speed, he must have used a secret technique.

He didn't want to reveal his Zhi Chi Tianya, as the Dali Temple's influence was everywhere, and he had to be cautious.

"Senior Brother..." Zhao Ying shook her sword, unwilling to let go.

Chu Li waved his hand, "Forget it, let's not worry about him for now."

"Will he come back?" Zhao Ying asked.

Chu Li shook his head.

"Who is he?" Zhao Ying asked.

Chu Li withdrew his gaze, "A killer, if he misses, he will flee far away. He won't come back. Let's go back and continue eating!"

"Senior Brother, you still have the heart to eat?" Zhao Ying glared at him.

This guy was too deceptive, impossible to guard against. Being targeted by such a killer made one restless. If he failed this time, he would definitely try again until he found the person who hired him.

Chu Li smiled, "This kind of thing will happen often, don't worry about it!"

"He almost succeeded!" Zhao Ying said worriedly, "How can we prevent it?"

Chu Li said, "Thanks to my junior sister."

"Don't flatter me!" Zhao Ying glared at him, angry at his nonchalance, treating his own life too lightly!

Chu Li was in a good mood, smiling and tugging at her sleeve, they went back upstairs. He said to the innkeeper who came to greet them, "Innkeeper, I'm sorry, I'll compensate for the damage. Let's settle the bill after we finish eating!"

The innkeeper smiled and nodded, quickly inviting them upstairs.

Zhao Ying sat across from Chu Li, seeing his good mood, and watched him drink cup after cup of fine wine, quickly finishing a jar. She couldn't help but laugh, "Senior Brother, are you really this happy about this?"

She thought Chu Li's mindset was too strange, not thinking about how to deal with the situation but instead acting as if he had found a treasure.

Chu Li smiled, "Isn't it worth being happy to have picked up a life?"

He had caught Ding Weisong's thoughts, knowing where he was fleeing to. More importantly, his speculation was correct; Ding Weisong had indeed practiced the White Tiger Yang Cultivation Chart!

"Do you not worry about the future?" Zhao Ying, holding the jar, refilled his cup.

Chu Li raised his cup and drank it all, "I'm not a bodyguard, and most of the time I stay in the mansion. No matter how powerful they are, they can't get in. Besides, if he causes trouble in the city, Ding Weisong won't be far from death!"

"Right, the mansion will definitely send bodyguards to hunt him down!" Zhao Ying nodded lightly.

Causing trouble in the city meant being prepared to be dealt with by the Duke's Mansion. The Duke's Mansion would not allow martial artists to cause trouble in the city, and violators would be punished. If they dared to kill, the Duke's Mansion would not be lenient.

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The moon was high in the sky, the ice wheel slowly spinning.

Chu Li moved silently through the city of Chongming, quickly arriving at a secluded residence.

Gu槐 Alley was mostly the residences of the city's nobility, each mansion guarded by stone lions, some with bodyguards, and lanterns lighting the small alley like daylight, the stone pavement gleaming.

Chu Li floated into a magnificent mansion, the Dazhanyingzhi activated.

The entire mansion was presented before him, the number of bodyguards, the number of men and women in the mansion, and what they were doing.

He quickly found Ding Weisong.

Ding Weisong was sitting cross-legged on a bed, eyes closed, cultivating.

This was a woodshed, surrounded by firewood, with only a simple bed that could fit one person lying down, and scattered pieces of wood on the ground.

Ding Weisong's face was increasingly sallow, motionless, and his breath faint.