The doll in his hand was stained with some blood, and when he looked at Qi Muyao's hand full of wounds, it was obvious where the blood came from.

"This girl is blind, but she is self-reliant. She painstakingly embroidered these dolls, each of which only sells two copper plates. How dare you say that these bloody dolls are worthless?!"

The young man was obviously really angry, otherwise he would not have dared to confront the official with the wooden sword.

The audience was silent one after another. At today's prices, two copper plates are enough to buy a white bun.

"What a mess! I think you're really dying today!"

The man with the broken beard still didn't give in, he raised his fist and smashed it at the boy.

Just when everyone thought that the young man would be beaten, he turned sideways and easily avoided his fists, and slammed the wooden sword on the back of the man with the broken beard.

The man with the broken beard grimaced in pain, covering the back of his head and backing up again and again.

"This kid has practiced a few hands, come with me!"

Seeing this, the other two officials rushed towards the young man quickly, but Rao was two people with four hands, and was still not the young man's opponent.

The crowd around the audience were amazed that the young man was very weak, and he was able to deal with officials who had some skills.

"Boy, this is what you asked for!"

Being surrounded by so many people, the three of them couldn't take down a young man. The short-bearded man seemed to be angry and pulled out the long knife around his waist and ran.

The young man's face was dignified. This long iron sword was not a wooden sword in his hand, and it could take someone's life with the slightest carelessness.

The two began to fight each other, and the short-bearded man opened and closed his moves without fear of pain.

The young man held a wooden sword and could only defend himself, and those who were beaten backed away again and again.

In just a few dozen strokes, the young man has already been defeated, and the wooden sword in his hand is riddled with holes, and it will be completely cut off in a few more strokes.

"Death to me!"

The short-bearded man had a grim face, raised his long knife and slashed at the young man on the head.

"The first sword! Shocking clouds and angry waves!"

The young man had nowhere to retreat, he could only throw away the wine jar in his arms, and slashed at the long sword with his sword in both hands.

Standing in the crowd, Jiang Zhige's eyes narrowed slightly. This young man could actually know the Nine Swords of Wuzong, the extinct martial art of Tianyun Pavilion?

Jingyun Nutao is the first style of Wuzong's nine swords, and this martial arts is extremely rare. Back then, only he and Lu Tianjiao were trained in Tianyun Pavilion. Now that a thousand years have passed, except him, only one other person still remembers it.

The swordsmanship of the young man in front of him is not just to learn a pretense, but really has a bit of sword rhythm.

Click!

Wuzong's nine swords, even with a little rhythm, are enough to deal with mortal moves. Unfortunately, the young man still has a wooden sword without cultivation, and the wooden sword is cut off by a long knife almost instantly.

Seeing that the long knife was about to land on the top of the boy's head, a hand suddenly appeared, and the two fingers came together to easily jam the long knife.

Ding! Only a crisp sound was heard, and the long knife broke off in response.

The man with the beard cut off his face with a look of surprise and hurriedly stepped back.

Jiang Zhige handed him the jar of wine that the young man had to throw away, and asked, "Young man, what's your name?"

"My name is Han Chang, you are..."

Han Chang took over the wine jar and looked at Jiang Zhige in surprise.

The power of two fingers can sever the long iron sword. If the opponent is not a person with extremely high martial arts, it is a fairy who is rumored to be able to move mountains and fill the sea.

Jiang Zhige was silent, thinking about the name Han Chang, but couldn't find any way out.

"Young people are frivolous and arrogant. It's a good thing to see that the road is not parallel and righteous, but you must do what you can, and don't want to bury your life in vain in the future."

Since he couldn't think of it, Jiang Zhige didn't think about it, he turned around and helped Qi Muyao.

If he hadn't rescued him in time this time, Han Chang would have just sacrificed his life in vain, which would not have changed Qi Muyao's ending.

"According to what you mean, do you want me to stand by?!"

Han Chang's face turned to resentment, and let him ignore this injustice, it would be better for him to be hacked to death with a long knife.

Jiang Zhige was stunned when he heard the words, and suddenly remembered the image in his memory of nine-year-old himself knowing that he was powerless and still trying to protect Nangong Rou.

Today he told Han Chang not to be over his head, why did he make up this memory at that time?

Thinking about it carefully, everyone knows that they are powerless, but rather than fear of death, some people hate themselves who are greedy for life and fear death and stand on the sidelines.

Jiang Zhige sighed secretly, the world is like this, although goodness is praised, most of them end up miserably.

In his memory, he had a miserable life, but in the end he ended up with the ending of betrayal and separation, not as good as the evil emperor in the novel.

Jiang Zhige didn't feel too much, took out a silver ingot and put it in Qi Muyao's hand, and said, "Miss Muyao, today I will buy all the embroidered dolls in your hand, and we will not sell them."

Although he has no specific answer to his own conduct, no matter what the world is like, he must have a clear conscience.

"Master, son, but these dolls are only worth less than ten copper coins in total."

Qi Muyao was flustered, she knew that Jiang Zhige was kind, but because of this, how could she sell all the dolls to Jiang Zhige?

"It doesn't matter, as long as you like it, a flower can be sold for a sky-high price, not to mention the doll you embroidered with your painstaking effort?"

Jiang Zhige shook his head, the words "I'm not short of money" were all revealed in his words.

Qi Muyao had to refuse, but unfortunately he couldn't beat Jiang Zhige, so he could only take the silver ingot and go back to the village with him.

Seeing that the two were about to leave, Han Chang who was behind suddenly fell to his knees on the ground.

Jiang Zhige raised his brows slightly and looked back.

"Han Chang is ashamed, he shouldn't contradict his benefactor!"

After a short period of resentment, Han Chang also realized that Jiang Zhige is definitely not a bad person.

Even he can only occasionally buy a doll to help Qi Muyao, but Jiang Zhige can directly take out a silver ingot.

Jiang Zhige is no different from him, except that one is a capable strong man, and the other is a mortal boy holding a wooden sword.

Besides, if Jiang Zhige hadn't rescued him, he would have been a corpse.

Jiang Zhige nodded, accepting Han Chang's apology.

Seeing Jiang Zhige nodding, Han Chang didn't get up, but buried his head lower, gritted his teeth and said, "Engong, forgive the boy for overstepping, and I have one more thing to ask for."

"Eternal God"

"What's the matter?"

"The boy is incompetent, and he is full of enthusiasm, but the benefactor is different. Please treat this girl kindly."

Han Chang knew that it was selfish to force others to be kind, but he also knew that Jiang Zhige was a person worthy of respect.

This is indeed the case, without Han Chang going to say, Jiang Zhige has already decided to help Qi Muyao.

He didn't feel that he was showing pity, and he didn't feel that he was a bodhisattva. He just thought that such a miserable girl should not continue to be miserable.

When Qi Muyao heard the words, she was immediately filled with shame and panic. She and Jiang Zhige just met by chance. How could she use the word 'kind treatment'?

Jiang Zhige shook his head and smiled, and said with emotion: "Young man, you are very good, no wonder you can learn Wuzong's nine swords."

Han Chang's pupils shrank, he just called out the first sword move, how could Jiang Zhige recognize Wuzong's nine swords?

When he looked up, Jiang Zhige and Qi Muyao were no longer there.