When Linghu Shui Yue looked back, not only has the masked person in floral robes escaped, but even the Miss Zi Yao who committed murder has disappeared through the window. However, the silver-masked person who remained suddenly pulled out a person from under the bed.

Linghu Shui Yue who had the folding fan in hand was paying close attention all this time.  Who was this silver-masked person in black?  It was he who saved her but why did this person save her?  She was also masked.  Since he lent a hand to save her, then he knows who she is?

As she pondered her suspicions, Linghu Shui Yue saw clearly!  It turns out the real Miss Zi Yao had her meridian struck and tossed under the bed.  In other words, the one who killed Dai Wu Qing was only an a.s.sa.s.sin who disguised her looks.  And this silver-masked person used a small flower to intercept the silver needle she shot at the a.s.sa.s.sin!

The silver-masked person rapped open Miss Zi Yao's meridian then turned to face Linghu Shui Yue: “Still staying here?  Are you waiting for the people from the patrol department to capture you?  Or are you waiting for Yu Qiong Lou's musclemen to flay you?”

Just as his words ended, footsteps from outside traveled inside.  At the same time, Miss Zi Yao who unexpectedly woke up shrieked, “Ah!  Murder!  Murder!”

Linghu Shui Yue suddenly felt a figure flas.h.i.+ng before her.  She who had decided to leave felt her waist being held tightly by someone.  Her body, as if it could fly, was embraced by someone as they broke through the rooftop, soaring up into the sky.

From the light of the lanterns in the room to the starlight and bright moon of the night outside, it was only a blink of an eye.  In the modern era, Linghu Shui Yue wasn't that much of a good-for-nothing ah!  Why is it that now she's come to the ancient era, she, this person of the modern era, was worse than a person of the ancient era?

“Who are you?  Are you Zhu ninth lord?  Why save me?” Besides Zhu ninth lord, who knows the secret of her fan?  Besides this fan, she already changed all her clothes.

The silver-masked man in black snorted, “I saved you, should you thank me first?  Why do you think I am Zhu ninth lord?”

“Because your physique is similar to his.  The scent on your body is similar to his.  Also, your martial art is similar to his.  Your technique of soaring into the sky is even more like him.”

Linghu Shui Yue didn't thank him.  Because in her opinion, this man wouldn't save her for no reason at all.  This person possessed an ulterior motive!  Otherwise, why did he keep following her?

“Hn, like the G.o.d of War, You w.a.n.g, Zhu ninth lord, not bad!  What do you think of him?” the masked man in black asked while his feet continuously tapped on the tiles, proceeding as if flying.

Linghu Shui Yue just remembered, Zhu ninth lord had a seizure of his old ailment.  She didn't know if it was better or not.  Could it be that this person wasn't Zhu ninth lord?  Could it be that it was someone else?  This made her uneasy inside even more!

Don't the rumors say that older brother Linghu Huo Ri doesn't leave the house?  How come so many people know him?  Even masked, there are people who recognize him and want to protect him?

Just as she considered this, a dozen or so experts poured out of Yu Qiong Lou.  She was held by the silver-masked man to his torso.  Like a fleeting glimpse, he launched a peerless qinggong to soar over the rooftop.

Suddenly, descending from the rooftop, landing on the back of a horse, she was settled at the front of the horse by the masked man.  She was actually tossed on horizontally like putting down goods.

“Yah!” The silver masked man, taking her, whipped the horse into a wild gallop.  Soon, he lost the musclemen from Yu Qiong Lou who followed behind him.

Coming to the outskirts of Yan capital, the horse's speed slowed.

Linghu Shui Yue took advantage of the horse slowing down to jump off the horse's back.  She was a little aggravated that this person tossed her horizontally on the horse's back as if she was some kind of rubbish.

However, this person, from start to end, didn't take off the black cloth that covered her face.

She flew into a rage from shame, demanding, “Asking this gentleman, we aren't acquainted with each other, why did you save me?  What are your intentions?”

The silver masked man suddenly pulled out a book and tossed it to Linghu Shui Yue, saying to her, “In order to save your life!  From now on, you must practice martial arts!”

“I know martial skills.”

“That little skill of yours?  Only fancy moves, is it any use?  Without internal force for the foundation, you can't learn qinggong.” the masked man sneered in contempt.

“I am not born with a physique suitable for practicing martial arts.”  Ha!  She this modern era master, skilled in 18 different weapons, after coming to the ancient era, due to the lack of internal force, her combat skills were only “fancy moves”.