C6 There Were Thieves in the Shabby House as Well
C6 There Were Thieves in the Shabby House as Well
Finally, one day, his interest was piqued. When he finished practicing calligraphy, he realized that the words he wrote were somewhat similar to prime minister Xu's. When he wrote again, he discovered that there were even more similarities. In the end, his handwriting was even the same as prime minister Xu's. Because of this, he chose the most similar one. He also deliberately stamped it so that he could distinguish whether it was real or fake. He did not think that today would cause a misunderstanding.
Why were these people unwilling to let him explain first?
Forget it, let them snatch it.
As for my things, you can snatch them if you want. As for your things, I can't even see them, and I can't even touch them.
No matter how hard they tried to cultivate, in the end, they still revealed the face of a bandit, and directly snatched his calligraphy and painting.
What's the use of this?
Yang Xuan thought of this and turned around to return to the main house. He found pen and paper, grinded the ink, and spread the paper flat on the table. He closed his eyes and thought about the sixteen words. When he opened his eyes again, he had already started writing.
The sixteen words instantly jumped onto the paper, as if they had come alive.
Actually, if Yu Xuezhong were to stand there right now, he would definitely be surprised to find that... The young man's every move had the bearing of a Grandmaster. He would have been even more surprised to find that this word was exactly the same as the one that Yang Xiao had torn in half earlier. He could not tell what the difference was at all.
These two words were indeed written by the same person.
It was just that this person wasn't Xu Ruxian.
Yang Xuan put down the brush, bent down, and lightly blew a few breaths. Then he picked up the paper and gently shook it a few times. Only then did he put away the calligraphy and painting with satisfaction. He was going to find a hook and hang it on the wall. He thought that if someone else came to snatch it, he would directly take it down and give it to them. Otherwise, if they broke it, it would make their heart ache again...
"What a good calligraphy and painting!"
At this moment, a wave of heartfelt praise sounded in the quiet room, startling Yang Xuan.
"What a good calligraphy! There was no one in the world who could comprehend Xu Ruxian's calligraphy to such an extent! I never thought that there would be a genius like you in this small, run-down house. This is truly rare."
Who was he?
Yang Xuan suddenly looked up and saw a corner of the black robe. Before he could continue looking, the man suddenly flew down and landed behind him. He raised his arm and smashed it at the back of Yang Xuan's head.
Before Yang Xuan could react, his head hit the table and he lay there motionless.
The man in black revealed his complete figure. He was wearing a black robe, and his face was covered. He wasn't tall, and he was a bit bald. He walked forward and took a look at Yang Xuan. He didn't hesitate to praise him.
"He really is a genius youth. It looks like he isn't even eighteen yet, right? Forget it. On account of your extraordinary talent, I'll spare your life." After that, he put the calligraphy that Yang Xuan had just written into his pocket and looked around. He was ready to leave.
Suddenly, a sense of danger rose from behind him!
The man in black turned around and saw that the young man lying on the table had suddenly stood up straight. Yang Xuan looked at him expressionlessly and was walking towards him!
"You..."
He was surprised that the attack was not light. He only lightly hit Yang Xuan when he was completely sure that Yang Xuan was an ordinary person. This attack guaranteed that he would be unconscious for an hour. However, this young man was not affected at all!
Could it be that there was a problem with his strength? Impossible! How could there be a saying that Second Stage cultivators couldn't control their strength?
But what was going on?
Yang Xuan didn't say anything. The moment he stood up from the table, his gaze was locked onto the man in black. His expression was much colder than before, so much so that it seemed like he was standing high above everyone else.
Although the man in black was shocked, he was more indifferent after the shock. No matter how amazing Yang Xuan was, he was just an ordinary person. Even if Yang Xuan had surprised him several times. However, if Yang Xuan wanted to fight a Second Stage warrior, he would think too much. Without waiting for Yang Xuan to walk in front of him, he took the initiative to walk over. He intended to strike first and gain the upper hand. Just now, because he cherished talent, he did not kill him. But if Yang Xuan dared to block his path, he did not mind taking another life.
Yang Xuan walked very slowly, but the man in black was like a gust of wind. He arrived in front of the young man in an instant, and then he punched. This punch was also very fast, and there was a faint halo on it. It seemed like there were some Spirit Aura attached to it.
However, the cold-faced young man seemed to have not noticed it. He continued to walk forward without any intention of stopping, nor did he have any intention of dodging.
"A mortal is a mortal. Even a First Stage cultivator wouldn't dare to take this punch head on. Yet, you act as if you don't care at all. Do you really think that I won't hurt you?"
The man in black sneered in his heart. He suddenly increased the strength in his hand, and like a bolt of lightning, he arrived in front of Yang Xuan. Then, he suddenly launched his attack!
The energy arrived in an instant. At this moment, Yang Xuan's cold face finally showed a slight change of expression.
There was a hint of excitement in his eyes! He stood where he was and suddenly took a step forward. He raised his hand at the right time and returned a punch to the mass of energy.
The clump of energy collided with the fist.
The fist did not move.
The energy dispersed in all directions.
The middle part of the fist started flowing back at an even faster speed than before. It hit the abdomen of the man in black and sent him flying into the courtyard.
Puff ~
Everything happened too fast. Before the man in black could react, he fell into the courtyard and spat out a mouthful of blood...
The man in black pushed himself against the ground. He struggled to raise his head to look at Yang Xuan. There was only fear in his eyes.
"Who are you? I don't remember anyone as powerful as you from the Yang family."
Before he could finish his words, he fell to the ground.
No one knew whether he was dead or alive.
Looking at the man in black lying horizontally in the yard, Yang Xuan's cold expression gradually became normal. After he withdrew his fist, he wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and whispered to himself, "I can't control myself again..." He frowned.
This kind of feeling only appeared once half a month ago. He did not expect that after only ten days, the same feeling would appear again, and this time, this feeling would stay longer than before.
What exactly was going on?
Yang Xuan rubbed the back of his head. He felt lucky and worried.
He walked to the yard and took out something from the man in black. He wanted to go back to the house to deal with the discomfort in his body. At this moment, a red box suddenly rolled down from the man in black. Finally, it steadily stopped beside his feet.
"This is..."
Yang Xuan's gaze was quickly attracted.
The box was unusually exquisite. He bent over and picked it up, and found that it brought with it a cold and heavy feeling.
He suddenly remembered something that City Lord's Mansion had lost. It was said that it was a treasure like a bead. Could it be that the thing inside was the thing that City Lord's Mansion had lost?