Chapter 41

Chapter 41

Once upon a time, there was a mountain called Qingyuan Mountain.

Inside the mountain, there was a temple called Qingyuan Temple.

Within the temple, there was a yellow wall, adorned with vibrant colors.

The ancient temple's yellow wall was adorned with embroidered shoes embedded with pearls, strolling beneath it.

She walked slowly, as if she embodied the essence of time.

When the sunlight reached the horizon, it transformed into a radiant glow, making the yellow wall even more resplendent.

She rarely asked for anything, but today she suddenly requested her grandmother to come to Qingyuan Temple and pay respects to the Buddha.

She seemed to have a premonition that she would encounter someone important here.

She prayed to the Buddha while waiting for that person.

It was an indescribable feeling.

As if it were a significant encounter, a pivotal moment.

Therefore, she never lingered on her journey, fearing she might miss it.

She only felt at ease when she arrived at Qingyuan Temple.

Casually strolling beneath the wall, step by step, her embroidered shoes were stained with a little mud, causing her brows to furrow slightly.

...

Jiang Yu's embroidered shoes were stained with blood.

Her heart ached, and she burst into tears even louder.

Jiang Mianmian was carefully nestled in her sister's arms, behaving obediently and not daring to make any trouble.

She vowed never to replace her sister's secret savings with stones again.

The other young boys felt a pang in their hearts as they watched.

The dog whimpered on the side.

He missed his little sister. She was so young and had disappeared without a trace.

Their father had gone to work on a ship, hoping to find her, but he ended up drowning.

Their mother fell ill and passed away, constantly uttering their sister's name, Ah Fu, Ah Fu.

The young girl cried loudly, but she also kicked with great force.

The square-faced young man on horseback thought to himself that if he had saved this girl, he wouldn't need to trouble Brother He.

This girl wouldn't take a beating without uttering a word; she would fight back.

Even if it meant getting injured and bleeding.

If you hit her, she would at least bite you.

She was as tenacious as a little wolf-dog.

He wanted to save her.

The other young man on horseback trembled uncomfortably. This countryside girl was too fierce, quite intimidating...

He respectfully clasped his fists at the round-faced girl's brother and said, "I am Meng Shaoxia from the Meng family in the capital. My flaws don't overshadow your brilliance. Your skills are exceptional, and given time, you are destined for great achievements."

The other young man on horseback saw that Meng Shaoxia, despite being from a noble family and having an overly kind heart, had excellent judgment. Throughout the journey, he had been keen in his observations.

As Meng Xiong spoke, Jiang Feng realized that the scene before him seemed to be the work of the girl's older brother. Without his presence, it would have been impossible to achieve this without any guards.

Jiang Feng also dismounted and clasped his fists in a gesture of respect. "I am He Chen of the He family from Qingzhou."

Both of them introduced themselves.

They were both prominent families of the time.

But these rowdy fellows from the countryside didn't understand the customs.

Jiang Yu didn't understand, and Jiang Mianmian understood even less. She just thought it was cool to introduce herself this way.

"Yi ya ya ya" (I am Jiang Mianmian~~baa), she shouted loudly.

The peddler couple lying on the ground couldn't speak because of the pain.

Why did they have to exchange greetings? Shouldn't they report to the authorities? It hurts so much.

And Jiang Feng, from childhood to adulthood, rarely had anyone treat him with such seriousness and greet him respectfully.

He also clasped his fists and said, "I am Jiang Feng from Qingyuan Mountain."

He Chen burst into laughter.

Meng Shaoxia also laughed. "Today, you take the name Qingyuan Mountain, and in the future, Qingyuan Mountain will be honored because of you."

Jiang Feng also laughed, his face splattered with blood, unable to hide his dimples.

His arm didn't seem to hurt as much anymore.

Jiang Feng thought to himself that this square-faced young man spoke even better than him.

He Chen, a member of the long-standing He family in Qingzhou, also laughed and said, "We were originally heading to Qingyuan Temple, but since we've encountered Jiang Feng of Qingyuan Mountain, we've found a destined person. Let's go, we'll enter the city and have a drink."

Jiang Yu pursed her lips, not understanding what these people were saying. Did the square-faced young man agree or not? She was anxious!

Jiang Mianmian stared at her sister Jiang Yu with wide eyes, feeling that her sister's brain was quite useful at times, and she wasn't socially awkward at all.

As they conversed, the sound of horse hooves grew louder.

The escorts of the two young men on their precious horses followed behind.

The leading escort shouted, "Young masters, young masters, Qingyuan Temple is right ahead. We took the wrong road."

"We're not going there anymore. We're entering the city."

The setting sun shone upon the group as they headed back.

The rowdy fellows rode horses for the first time, twisting their buttocks and carrying various injuries, but they couldn't suppress their smiles on their faces.

Receiving praise for doing a good deed for the first time, the young masters commended them.

They had forgotten that they had come to rob...

The dense forest behind them remained quiet.

When the bend was about to obscure the view of the dense forest, Jiang Feng turned his head and saw a person's face in the forest, revealing a smile and gesturing a swing of a giant axe across his neck.

Jiang Feng rode his horse and shouted loudly into the open valley, "I am Jiang Rong of Qingyuan Mountain!"