Everyday I Get Up To See The Villain Stealing The Show Chapter 56

Han Changsheng was a little dumbfounded. The murderers of the old man Xuanji and Elder Lan Fang of the Yuehua Sect? Murder? The old man Xuanji's lifespan was already exhausted. Did Elder Lan Fang also pa.s.s away with the immortal?

Han Changsheng was in a state of stupor. The old man who'd spoken was already rushing up towards him, spear in hand. The spear went straight towards Han Changsheng.

"Bang!"

Right at the last second, An Yuan stopped it!

Under the straw hat veil, An Yuan's expression was unclear. The old man wanted to fight, but An Yuan flipped his spear and stepped on it. From yesterday to just then, it was An Yuan's debut, and everyone was curious. 

As Han Changsheng said, the man in the veil was an expert. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to take Old Man Cai's spear in one move. But, it was hard to see how powerful he was. Was he better than Han Changsheng?

Coldly, An Yuan said, "What did you say? Old Man Xuanji and Elder Lan Fang?"

Old Cai pulled his spear with great force. The head remained motionless where An Yuan stepped on it. He was afraid, he wanted to shrink back, but he was unwilling to lose his spear. 

Finally, he shrunk his neck and said, "You're pretending to be clueless. A few months ago, old Xuanji and Lan Fang were found dead on a mountain behind the Yuehua Sect. Old Xuanji was drained of his internal power, and Lan Fang's Longyin sword was stolen. The Yuehua Sect is looking everywhere for the murderer!"

It surprised Han Changsheng. Old man Xuanji voluntarily gave him his internal power, and the Longyin sword was a gift from Elder Lanfang. How did it turn to a rumor that someone drained the internal power and stole the sword? When he left, Elder Lan Fang was fine. How could he die so suddenly? What happened in the last few months?

It wasn't just Han Changsheng and An Yuan. The others were surprised, too.

"This is the Longyin sword?"

"These two little thieves are the murderers who killed old man Xuanji and Elder Lan Fang?"

It was important to know that Elder Lan Fang had been in seclusion for decades. Some young people may never have seen his heroic appearance in all that time. They only heard his deeds, they never would have recognized the Longyin sword. However, once Han Changsheng unsheathed it, Old Cai dared to confirm it. 

One person asked, "Old Cai, are you sure it's the Longyin sword?"

"I'm absolutely certain!" Old Man Cai a.s.sured, "Fifty years ago, I attended the Wulin Conference for the first time, when I was only fifteen. That was the year Elder Lan Fang became famous in the Jianghu! I could never forget his style of holding the sword in my life!" 

The Longyin sword was a sword made by the founder of the Yuehua Sect. It sounded like a dragon's song and was light like a dragon's shadow. The carving on its scabbard could be forged, but the sword itself could not. From the founder, each generation of Yuehua Sect's descendants pa.s.sed the sword to the sect's best disciple. 

After three generations, it was pa.s.sed to Lan Fang.

In fact, before Elder Lan Fang, the swords were often pa.s.sed on to the determined sect head, and the Longyin sword became a status symbol of the leader of the Yuehua Sect. However, Elder Lan Fang didn't want to be a director. From the beginning, he rejected the position. Han Changsheng didn't know if it was because there weren't any students he took a fancy to, but he held onto the sword until then without pa.s.sing it on. Although Yue Peng had been the sect head for over ten years, he had never even touched the legendary "Headmaster's Keepsake".

Han Changsheng looked down at his sword. Those who have heard of its reputation also looked at the sword in his hands, the suspicions confirmed. 

As soon as old Cai appeared, Han Changsheng retreated the sword from Yun Conghu's neck.

Yun Conghu jumped back and retreated behind Lu Wenlin. Pointing at Han Changsheng and An Yuan, he cursed, "You two are the murderers who stole the sword! I heard that when Elder Lan Fang and old man Xuanji died, two disciples of the Yuehua Sect turned traitor and fled. One of them, who dared not see others, covered his face with a straw hat veil! You are the evil thieves who ran away from Yuehua Sect!" With his last sentence, he scolded the entire sect, his intention purely selfish.

The crowd exploded. Seeing Han Changsheng and An Yuan's ages, they were definitely the pair said to have fled the Yuehua Sect. As a result, they stood in fighting posture, one after another, ready to take Han Changsheng and An Yuan down. 

Even An Yuan, though silent, looked at Han Changsheng strangely, waiting for his explanation.

It dumbfounded Han Changsheng. If he was dressed as Li Jiulong, he could tell the truth. But, he was Hua Xiaosa now and could barely relate with the Yuehua Sect. If he admitted he was Li Jiulong, he would expose himself in front of An Yuan. If he didn't, what could he do?

Just then, Lu Wenlin said, "Drained their internal power? How can internal power be drained?"

They looked at each other but didn't speak. 

If you wanted to transfer your internal power, the only way to do it is to pa.s.s it onto others yourself, but very few people were willing to do it. Internal power was not like eating food or drinking water, you can't leave the bowl half-eaten. Once it was dissipated, all the skills would dissipate. 

If the human body wasn't suitable, it was possible to fall into a vein, to break the seven orifices and bleed. However, there were so many evil sects in the Jianghu. Just because they hadn't heard of someone with the ability didn't mean they didn't exist. The Yin and Yang twins needed to absorb the yang energy of boys and girls to practice Kung Fu!

"Those two brats must have cultivated some evil internal skills!" Old Man Cai said, "Last night, the stinky brat with the Longyin sword slapped the wooden table into stone! His internal power must have been stolen!"

Everyone else responded, "That is to say, he didn't steal it, but the old man Xuanji, himself, gave it!"

The old man Xuanji had been practicing for 70-80 years. He was famous for his internal power, and no one had heard that his life would end. If it weren't for the Black and White Impermanence deities, Han Changsheng would never have noticed him. He looked just like any old man. No one would believe that someone would give away their internal power, which they'd build for decades, to a stinking brat with an unknown origin.

"Lady," Lu Wenlin continued to ponder, "Then how did he defeat the elder Xuanji to extract his internal power, and how did he defeat Elder Lan Fang?"

As everyone looked at him, he looked at them. For a while, everyone was speechless. Even if he had some evil power to absorb someone else's internal power, he had to first stop the old man Xuanji, right? How could he do it without rich internal power?

Seeing everyone hesitate, Yun Conghu urged, "There is evil in this man. Maybe they're from the demonic sect! Let's  try again and take them down!"

From the beginning to the end, An Yuan stared at Han Changsheng, while Han Changsheng stood in silence. It was tricky. He had the Longyin sword with him all this time, and he took advantage of it. He used it to cut rabbit, pheasant, and beef. It could even break bones. When he didn't have any other tools, he used it to roast meat on the spit. That's why he didn't throw it away, but he also didn't expect it to cause so much trouble. For a while, he couldn't come up with a good idea of how to explain it without revealing his ident.i.ty.

"Young-heroic Lu." Han Changsheng cleared his throat, then spoke regretfully, "I wanted to fight with you, but so many people want to catch me, I'm afraid we can't."

An Yuan: "…"

How evil can you get? You still try to fool this person! If he falls for it, Lu Wenlin can find a noodle and strangle himself!

Unexpectedly, when Lu Wenlin heard this, his eyes brightened. Hurriedly, he said, "Go! It's a long way! Whoever dares to touch him, will be no friend or a.s.sociate of mine!"

An Yuan: "…"

This martial arts maniac seems to be out of order. 

"Young-heroic Lu, don't be fooled by this demon man!" Yun Conghu cried mournfully.

Everyone cried out and howled, but Lu Wenlin didn't care about them. He drew his blade from its sheath and made a circle on the ground. A cold light flashed and everyone was forced to retreat. 

"You murdered old man Xuanji and Elder Lan Fang. Yes, you must be the murderer. If you say you are, I will take you down."

Han Changsheng smiled. "I'm sorry, it wasn't me."

Lu Wenlin frowned, but didn't mean to accept the words. "Talk after I take you down!"

When they saw that Lu Wenlin was determined to fight, everyone retreated. Some didn't know Han Changsheng's ability, but they knew how powerful Lu Wenlin's blade was. The so-called wild phantom sword style allowed Lu Wenlin to create a mirage. He must need a large s.p.a.ce to fight. If he was in close quarters, his ability was limited. If he was hurt by mistake, it would be a big deal. Lu Wenlin lowered his head to focus for a moment and quickly immersed himself. 

Seeing that he was serious, Han Changsheng hurriedly stood in front of An Yuan, protecting him. He whispered, "Back up."

An Yuan stood still, his hand on his hilt. 

Lu Wenlin ran forward. In a moment, light and shadow rushed towards Han Changsheng and An Yuan. Under the knife's wind, An Yuan's veil flew out, showing his surprised face. Han Changsheng frowned. 

Fast, it was really fast. The mirage was completely made of Lu Wenlin's speed. As soon as he made one move, in a flash, the knife crossed the four directions before the light and shadow of the previous movement had dissipated. The next moment, it was all gone. It was like there were several people and knives all moving at the same time. This kind of oppressive feeling made people suffocate and want to give up. 

However, Han Changsheng was not an ordinary person. He held the Longyin sword in his hand, and his eyes rotated rapidly, following Lu Wenling's movements. Suddenly, he struck out with his sword and listened to the bang. His blade hit Lu Wenlin's, and the lights and shadows stopped.

In Lu Wenlin's eyes, the light of belligerence was brighter. "Amazing!"

To be able to see through his movements without the influence of his illusions required extremely keen observation. Not only that, but Han Changsheng saw through his movements and struck him with his sword. It was so fast and accurate. Han Changsheng had to keep up with him and predict his moves. Otherwise, it was impossible to see through his movements, let alone fight back. And Han Changsheng had put up his sword to block his offensive. It was obvious he was very skilled. 

Lu Wenlin took a step back, ready to fight again. Han Changsheng forced him to go up first, stabbing him several times in succession, without giving him the chance to show his strength. To block his attacks, Lu Wenlin couldn't use his phantom sword style. He wanted to suppress Han Changsheng with speed, but Han Changsheng didn't match his pace. He blocked every sword move accurately, making Lu Wenlin very sad. 

"Get on the horse!" Han Changsheng shouted to An Yuan, "Go!" 

Stunned, An Yuan refused. "If you didn't kill the two elders, why leave?"

Han Changsheng retreated to him and gave him a push, insisting he hurry and mount the horse. 

Just then, everyone retreated farther away, but the two horses led by An Yuan and Lu Wenlin still stood in place. As soon as An Yuan turned around, he rode the horse away. 

When they saw that An Yuan was about to leave, everyone tried to intercept him. In an instant, Han Changsheng threw out several darts, nailing them to the ground and almost cutting off their toes.

"Go, first!" Han Changsheng called, "I'll explain later!" 

An Yuan frowned, hesitating, then rushed out with a turn of his horse. 

Han Changsheng and Lu Wenlin fought as equals. Lu Wenlin was too clingy, and Han Changsheng couldn't get rid of him. However, he released a large amount of true Qi and forced Lu Wenlin to retreat several steps. 

Lu Wenlin was shocked by his internal power. Seeing that Han Changsheng had jumped on his horse, he quickly caught up with him again. "Ladies! Don't go!"

Han Changsheng pulled out a handful of socks from his lapel. "See these socks!"

Subconsciously, Lu Wenlin covered his mouth and nose and turned his head. 

At the sound of the horse's hooves, Lu Wenlin suddenly woke up. 

That morning, he washed the dirty socks. Where did more dirty socks come from?! Looking back, he knew he couldn't catch up with Han Changsheng and An Yuan on his priced horses. 

Lu Wenlin stomped his feet angrily. "Come back! Come back! It's not over yet!"

Han Changsheng was also full of regret. He finally fooled An Yuan and Lu Wenlin into washing the dirty clothes and hanging them in the inn. Thanks to the horses that Lu Wenlin so generously gifted to them, they could escape everyone from the Wulin. The people behind them couldn't catch up if they tried, but now he had no clean clothes to change into. 

Finally, they came to rest in a forest. Han Changsheng got off his horse and went to the river to fill his waterskin with water. Suddenly, he felt someone standing behind him. He looked back and saw An Yuan had lifted his veil. His face was cold, his eyes shaded in distrust. His hand resting on the hilt of his sword, he asked, "Who are you?"

Han Changsheng chuckled and handed him the water bag. "Good apprentice, what are you talking about?"

An Yuan didn't answer. "Should I call you Hua Xiaosa, Han Yingjun, or Li Da Shixiong?"