Chapter 9: Drawing Swords Together

  The newcomer was none other than Li Tao, who had been driven mad with rage.

  Fan Changfeng took the pastries and left, at first Li Tao didn't understand what was going on. It wasn't until Fan Changfeng went to "Big Sister" and the blue-shirted youth that he finally realized, it turned out Fan Changfeng had gone to curry favor with his "enemies".

  Li Tao was furious, this Fan Changfeng is too spineless. The blue-shirted youth and "Big Sister" had just humiliated the two of them, almost getting beaten up, now they've forgotten the pain before their wounds have even healed.

  Once again seeing Fan Changfeng's flattering appearance and the blue-shirted youth's disdainful expression, Li Tao felt his anger burning even more fiercely, and he rushed forward like a madman, causing the Osmanthus cake and shrimp pancake to suffer.

  "You, you, you've stained my skirt! This was specially brought from Chang'an by Mother..." The voice of "Big Sister" with a crying tone shocked the few people who were stunned.

  As expected, a conspicuous oil stain appeared on the light green pleated skirt of "Big Sister".

  The young man in blue suddenly stood up, his face pale as iron, his eyes like a sword, clenching his fists and walking towards Li Tao without saying a word.

  Fan Changfeng saw that things were taking a turn for the worse and hastily grabbed hold of the blue-shirted youth, explaining urgently: "Wang Erlang, don't get angry, Ah Tao he..."

  "Scram!" The blue-shirted youth gritted his teeth and spat out two words.

  Fan Changfeng had never seen such a frightening gaze from the blue-shirted youth, his breathing suddenly became urgent, but he didn't let go, instead he hugged the blue-shirted youth's arm in his arms and shouted: "A Tao, run quickly!"

  Fan Changfeng is so brotherly, how can Li Tao run away?

  As soon as Fan Changfeng's voice fell, the blue-shirted youth's arm shook violently, and for some reason, Fan Changfeng rolled out like a ball.

  Shaking off Fan Changfeng, the blue-shirted youth took a step forward and swung his fist at Li Tao's face without saying another word.

  Li Tao didn't run, nor did he move. He just stood there, as if the blue-shirted youth's swinging fist wasn't aimed at him. It wasn't that he was fearless or calm, but rather that the blue-shirted youth's actions had shocked him.

  Just now, the blue-shirted youth made a move against Fan Changfeng. Li Tao saw it clearly, he didn't use much strength, but Fan Changfeng was thrown out two or three zhang away. Although Fan Changfeng is not very old, his weight is not light.

  Li Tao's mind stirred: So the blue-shirted youth actually knew martial arts, what was that move he just used? Could it be the legendary "Eighteen Falls of the Quivering Robe" from the Jianghu?

  Lost in thought, Li Tao completely forgot that the blue-shirted youth was looking for him.

  When Li Tao came back to his senses, the blue-shirted youth's fist had already been swung out. The opponent's furious punch was about to hit Li Tao's face, and if it landed squarely...

  "Ah!" A muffled sound entered Li Tao's ears.

  "Huh? Why doesn't it hurt at all?"

  Li Tao felt strange, opened his eyes, and found a white-clothed person standing in front of him. This person was facing away from himself, so it couldn't be Fan Changfeng. Could it be him? Li Tao subconsciously looked towards the yellow-robed girl. Indeed, the white-robed youth who had been eating steamed buns with the yellow-robed girl earlier was nowhere to be seen!

  Li Tao thought his luck was really good. On the first day of private school, although he almost got into trouble twice, both times he managed to turn danger into safety.

  "Hua Wenxuan! Don't interfere in other people's business!" The blue-shirted youth was very dissatisfied to see the white-shirted youth block a punch for Li Tao.

  The white-clothed young man who had just lent a helping hand was named Hua Wenxuan, and Li Tao secretly remembered it in his heart.

  "It's not that I'm interfering, but as fellow martial artists, how can we use our skills to harm others? If your previous punch had landed on Li Xiaolang, wouldn't you know the consequences?" Huawen Xuan spoke slowly and calmly, a stark contrast to the blue-shirted youth's overbearing attitude.

  "Serves him right! I'd like to skin him alive!" The blue-shirted youth's anger intensified.

  "If you just scold him a little, I wouldn't bother to intervene, but since you intend to hurt him, I have no choice but to step in!" Huawen Xuan remained calm and composed.

  "Don't think I'm afraid of you, are you going to let me pass or not?" The blue-shirted youth pressed on aggressively.

  Huawen Xuan smiled but did not speak.

  "Look out!" The blue-shirted youth didn't waste any more words and directly attacked the white-shirted youth's chest.

  Huawen Xuan dodged nimbly, and the two of them began to exchange blows. Li Tao's eyes grew dizzy from watching. Although he didn't know what kind of martial arts they were using, there was one thing that Li Tao could be certain of - both of them had genuine skills, not just fancy moves.

  "Big Sister" saw the troublemaker Li Tao, who was acting as if nothing had happened, staring intently at the fight in the arena with a dazed and drunken expression on his face. She turned her head to scold the three people standing behind her: "What are you still stunned for? Go catch that Nose Worm for me!"

  The three of them didn't dare to slack off and all rushed towards Li Tao together.

  Just ran two steps, but saw a yellow skirted girl floating over, blocking Li Tao's face: "None of your business, go do what you should do!"

  Those three boys seemed to be quite intimidated by the girl in yellow skirt, standing still and unable to move forward or backward.

  "Up!" "Big Sister" glared at her with a sideways glance from behind.

  Helpless, the three of them gritted their teeth and steeled themselves to approach the girl in yellow. The girl in yellow smiled sweetly and with a flick of her wrist, the three of them were sent flying, tumbling to the ground in a much more elegant and effortless manner than Huawen Xuan and the blue-shirted youth had earlier.

  "Trash!" Big Sister saw the three people on the ground and was so angry that her teeth itched.

  "Otherwise, Lu Xiaoniangzi, you come and try it out. You must be much stronger than them!" The girl in the yellow skirt teased "Big Sister".

  "Who would have thought that the high-and-mighty Hua Xiaoniangzi would actually be so protective of these two good-for-nothings?" "Big Sister Da" retorted fearlessly.

  "I'd be happy to!"

  "Big Sister" saw the yellow skirted girl with a "you're in trouble now" expression, and puffed out her chest to shout at the blue-shirted boy still fighting on the field: "Stop it! Let's go!"

  After finishing speaking, the blue-shirted young man jumped out of the circle and also didn't speak, closely chasing after "Big Sister".

  Fan Changfeng limped up to Li Tao and asked anxiously: "Atao! Are you alright?"

  Fan Changfeng was covered in dirt, and a bloody handprint was smeared on his chubby face.

  "Jiulang, I..." Li Tao saw Fan Changfeng in such a sorry state, yet he came to ask about himself, and didn't know what to say.

  Fan Changfeng smiled and said: "As long as you're fine, nothing else matters!"

  After finishing speaking, Fan Changfeng seemed to have thought of something. He turned around and bowed to Hua Wenyuan and the yellow-robed girl: "Hua Erlang, Little Mistress Hua, I and Tao thank you both for your timely assistance!"

  Huawen Xuan nodded: "Fan Jiulang, Lu Yue'er and Wang Lihui are all revengeful masters, you'd better be careful!"

  Li Tao then learned that "Big Sister" was named Lu Yu'er and the blue-shirted youth was Wang Lihui.

  He also came forward to thank her, but looked at the girl in yellow skirt: "Beauty, thank you for saving me. Another day, I and Jiulang will invite you to dinner!"

  Li Tao's mouth was speaking, but his eyes were not idle. He finally had the opportunity to observe the yellow-robed girl up close. She wore a yellow silk skirt, with a white brocade belt tied around her waist with a delicate butterfly knot. Her raven-black hair was lightly combed and held in place by a slender silver pin. Her eyebrows were curved, her small nose slightly upturned, and there was an indescribable air of elegance and lightness about her.