“Can't practice in the past doesn't mean can't practice now.  Take it!  Cultivate your internal force first then learn qinggong.  If you don't practice, you'll just be waiting for death!  Your luck won't be so good every time.  The pugilistic world is dangerous unless you won't ever step a foot out of the house.”  The silver masked man used a fake voice.

Linghu Shue Yue felt this person was too strange!  Saving her life and then gifting her secret scriptures of martial arts, is there really such a good thing in the world?  Her two lifetimes' worth of experience was telling her: one who is unaccountably solicitous is hiding evil intentions!

“Tell me!  Who are you?  Take off your mask to take a look.  Otherwise, why should I listen to you?  Don't think that just because you saved me, I will be grateful to you!  Maybe that person is your accomplice.” Linghu Shui Yue conjectured.  Is it possible he's Zhu ninth lord?

Under the moonlight, though he wore black a a silver mask, but the figure he made sitting on horseback was extremely similar to Zhu ninth lord.  His jaw was also similar.  Only, why was he wearing black clothes and masked?  Did his strength recover that quickly?

“Won't listen?  As you wis.h.!.+   However, a person who knows to repay kindness will repay with their body!” the silver masked man teased.  And then as if he lost interest in Linghu Shui Yue, he asked impatiently, “Do you want to get on the horse?  I'll send you back to the manor.”

Linghu Shui Yue caught onto the situation.  Her surroundings gave off a primitive feel.  Under the moonlight, indistinctly, inaudibly, there was only the chirping of bugs and cicadas.  Far nor near, there was no lantern.  Compared to modern cities and even the countryside, it was way too different.

Though she wasn't afraid of the dead silence of night, she was afraid of walking back to the manor.  Only, to once again ride together with this unknown man, she found it a little distasteful.

“Can you sell me your horse?  I can give you a good price,” she said coldly.  However, she was a little suspicious.  This person probably wasn't someone who was lacking in money.

Sure enough, the silver masked man in black sneered coldly, directly rejecting her, “This venerable one's horse isn't for sale!”

“Then what about renting it for a day?  I can give you a heavenly price.  Since you are a good person, then be a good person to the end and send the Buddha to the west.  This young master doesn't like sharing a horse with another person.”

“Heavenly price?  How much?  Who did you hear from that said this venerable one was a good person?  To tell the truth, this venerable one hates being a good person the most!  This venerable one is a downright bad person!” The man's voice was a little derisive.

A downright bad person yet he still saves her?  Ha!  Then doesn't that mean he did save her for some reason that can't be divulged?

Linghu Shui Yue pulled out a jade pendant from her sleeve, laying it flat on her hand, “This pendant is priceless!  You can use it for collateral.  You name a price.  Tomorrow I will have someone send banknotes to you.  So I'll take your horse, how about it?”

The silver masked man glanced at the jade pendant.  The corner of his lips twitched nonstop.  Then, he suddenly turned the horse around, the horse whip lashed, and said, “Get on!  I'll take you back to the manor!”

Linghu Shui Yue really didn't expect she who was skilled in eighteen different weapons in the modern world would become one of the weak upon returning to the ancient era!  At every turn, she was hugged and held by this man, easily pulled her up onto the horse's back.

“Hey!  What is your name?  Do you know who I am?  Why did you save me?  You haven't answered me.”

“Aren't you Linghu young master who doesn't have any physical strength?  Sure enough, you only know some girly moves and trigger a few silver needles.  There isn't any internal force nor can you use qinggong.  And my name, there's no harm in telling you, I am——”