I have a sword called "Drunkard." And I am a poor fellow.

　　A thousand taels of gold, how much alcohol can it buy! If the magistrate really gets sold to the Nanfeng Pavilion, Wanjiangmen will become a laughingstock in the martial world, and I'm afraid his father will come to the capital riding a giant centipede and go crazy.

　　His father's name is Cangtian, which sounds fierce.

　　What should I do? I stared at the mask in the room, furrowing my brow.

　　I am the enemy that the magistrate unilaterally identified.

　　And it seems like I really caused him a great loss.

　　Should I save him? What if he turns around and releases worms to bite me? Although it's also possible that because I saved him from dire straits, he is grateful to me and forgets about the worms.

　　As for the marriage bug...

　　let's talk about it later.

　　After thinking it over, guilt overwhelmed me.

　　While my conscience is still beating, I waited for the opportunity, prepared to sneak in quietly when the human traffickers were tired late at night, and drag out Cang Guan.

　　However, these traffickers were more vigilant about this golden treasure than their own crotch, staring at us all night.

　　The next day before dawn, they brought a cart and carried Cang Guan away like transporting dead pork.

　　I don't know what drug they used, but Cang Guan didn't wake up at all.

　　I had grabbed a pack of braised pork buns from the kitchen and followed slowly behind.

　　Nan Feng Hall was a place of entertainment for the noble ladies of the capital.

　　There were all kinds of beauties inside, accompanying you to drink and chat.

　　As long as you have enough money, you can do whatever you want.

　　Unfortunately, I didn't have money and never dared to enter.

　　I hid on the eaves and saw the traffickers carrying Cang Guan into the backyard of Nan Feng Hall.

　　A young man in red clothes came out of the house and the traffickers called him "Second Young Master." He was a very handsome man.

　　Nan Feng Hall had something interesting.

　　I saw Second Young Master open the sack with his fair and jade-like hands, revealing Cang Guan's face.

　　I caught a glimpse from afar, his little face was pale and looked quite fragile.

　　He's so good-looking, suitable to bring home as a husband.

　　Although it seems inappropriate for me to say that.

　　Second Young Master seemed to be amazed by Cang Guan's beauty.

　　Without saying a word, he carried a box out of the house.

　　The box was opened, and it was glittering with gold.

　　A thousand taels of gold.

　　The traffickers' eyes turned green.

　　So did mine.

　　Cang Guan was carried into a seemingly improper room.

　　with red curtains and purple screens, gorgeous yet vulgar.

　　I crouched outside the window, intoxicated by the fragrance that wafted out.

　　The traffickers hurriedly left, and Second Young Master sat by the window, examining Cang Guan's face with astonishment.

　　I was thinking about how to protect Cang Guan's innocence when a servant came over and knocked on the door, saying, "Second Young Master, the boss is looking for you." Second Young Master sighed with regret, got up, and left.

　　He left Cang Guan on the bed, unconscious and tightly bound, like a kidnapped citizen.

　　Poor Cang Jiang, the young master of Wanjiang Gate.

　　Taking advantage of the absence of others, I sneaked into the room, lifting layers of obstructing curtains, and squatted by the bedside, observing him.

　　He had a handsome appearance, but unfortunately, as soon as he opened his eyes, there was a fierce killing intent that made people stay away.

　　I tentatively diagnosed him and found that his meridians were in chaos, and his inner strength was jumping around like a wild dog.

　　It seemed like he was possessed with evil spirits and there was a risk to his life.

　　I tried to infuse some inner strength into him and guide the chaotic energy in his meridians.

　　Huh? Perhaps because my martial arts nature was gentle and not easily conflicting with others, there were signs of obedience in the inner strength in his meridians.

　　Although it was just a drop in the bucket.

　　Just as I was exploring his dantian, searching for the cause of the confusion, a hand covered mine.

　　tightly gripping my wrist.

　　In an instant, a black bug came flying at me like lightning, its wings dripping with deep blue light, hard and sharp.

　　Cang Guan had somehow broken free from the ropes binding his wrist, opened his eyes, and stared at me with an icy gaze...

　　You only have something to fear.

　　I flipped my wrist and instead grabbed him, flinging him to the side with force.

　　My sword forged a two-inch gash, a bright white light flashed, and the black bug was sliced in half.

　　The body fell to the floor, and the wood was corroded, making a sizzling sound.

　　It really made me sad.

　　I just wanted to be a good person!

　　The official rolled to the other side with the help of my strength, casually pulling off the ropes tied to his body.

　　He landed with a bit of stumbling, his face still pale.

　　If one didn't know, they would think he was a sick beauty.

　　I felt sorry for him.

　　His gaze was unfriendly, but compared to before, there was a hint of caution.

　　"Ah, I came to save you, don't misunderstand, good person!" I held the sword, raised my hands, and took three steps back to show goodwill.

　　The official stared at me for a long time, expressing doubt.

　　"You..." his voice was hoarse, even I was startled.

　　It seemed like he hadn't even had a drop of water in the past day or two.

　　After a moment of silence, he continued to ask, "Where is this...?" He looked around the environment uncomfortably, furrowing his brows.

　　There was tea on the table, but I guessed he didn't dare to drink it.

　　"The South Wind Pavilion in the capital city," I said, shaking the wine jar in my hand and throwing it next to him.

　　In his angry and wary gaze, I continued, "The tea here is not clean, if you don't mind, I have some wine here?" As long as you dare to drink, you definitely won't die.

　　I was only trying to tease him, but to my surprise, the official glanced at me and actually opened the stopper of the jar, tilting his head back and drinking all the wine in one gulp.

　　My heart ached.

　　Brother, this wine is expensive.

　　It seemed like he used the wine to drown his sorrows; he threw the wine jar back to me and sat down tiredly by the pillar in the room, tilting his head back in exhaustion.

　　I could see the confusion, fear, and even a trace of despair in his expression.

　　I thought to myself, I didn't even do anything to you, huh? I hesitated to speak, "Young Master Cang, your lord has forgotten the offense of a lowly person like me.

　　It has been over a year, so on account of me saving you, please stop worrying about that bowl of bugs..." Okay? I'm tired of playing the trick of stabbing myself and stabbing you! Hearing this, he rubbed his wrist, which I had grabbed forcefully, and turned to look at me with a complex expression in his eyes.

　　After a long while, Cang laughed disdainfully and said, "That doesn't matter anymore..." Huh? I was about to say something, but he calmly said, "Forgive my ignorance.

　　I didn't recognize the true transmission of the Immortal Spirit of Mount Buzhou.

　　I have been disrespectful." I was shocked! How did he know! Cang glanced at the sword hanging at my waist.

　　I left in a hurry and hadn't wrapped the words "drunkard" on the scabbard.

　　Cang lifted one leg and looked up at me, staring into my eyes.

　　"Right, Miss Yaotai."