Who in the world does not know you?

Chapter 80 You really are a talent

Outside Ningzhou Prefecture, there is a pine forest on Nanshan Mountain.

A convoy carrying the banner of the Wen Family Escort Agency drove through the forest.

The leading girl lay leisurely on the flatbed four-wheeled cart, a blade of grass in her mouth, her usual long spear lying beside her.

The cart was used for escorting goods. Now that the escort mission was over, the cart, which originally belonged to the Wen Family Escort Agency, naturally had to be taken home. She found riding a horse tiring, so she simply lay down on the cart, which made her feel quite comfortable.

At midday, the dazzling sunlight pierced through the gaps in the pine branches, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Sunlight occasionally fell on her slightly immature face, which she found dazzling, so she simply closed her eyes to rest.

"Miss, we're almost at Ningzhou Prefecture. Should we speed things up?"

The bodyguard on horseback beside Wen Zhao asked tentatively, his tone sounding very gentle.

"What's the rush? Are you busy going home for a funeral? I was thinking of taking a nap in the car. If anyone speeds up and wakes me up, I'll stick them upside down in this pine forest and pretend they're pine trees."

The bodyguard smiled awkwardly upon hearing this and then fell silent.

There was no way around it; although Wen Zhao was a woman, her temperament was like that of a hot-blooded man, and coupled with her superb martial arts skills, no one in the entire Ningzhou Prefecture dared to provoke her. Even the young master of General Yun Que's mansion, who was fearless, would sometimes avoid her when he saw her on the road...

There was no way around it; from childhood to adulthood, Wen Zhao had kicked down the gate of the General's Mansion sixteen times. Qingchuan couldn't afford to offend Wen Zhao, this reckless fourth brother who could turn into a ferocious beast in a fit of rage...

A man on horseback approached from the front of the convoy and pulled on the reins, stopping the convoy at the roadside.

"Miss! The head镖师 (chief镖师) sent me to greet you!"

A slightly immature voice entered her ears, and Wen Zhao didn't even bother to open her eyes.

"What good is your pathetic skill in greeting us? If we really run into bandits, you wouldn't even last three hits!"

Wen Zhao shouted loudly, clearly recognizing the person by their voice.

The man rode slowly to Wen Zhao's side. He looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a kind face.

"Miss, I have something to tell you that will make you jump for joy."

"Spit it out."

"Your second brother, Yun Luobai, has returned alive..."

Upon hearing that familiar name that had flashed through her memory countless times, Wen Zhao's eyes widened suddenly, and she sprang up from the cart in a somersault.

"Xiao Xu, what did you say? Say it again!"

"I'm talking about your second brother, Yun Luobai, the son of the prison warden Yun, who grew up with you. He returned to Xichuan Prefecture unharmed a few days ago and even bought the Liu family's mansion on Changle Street. I saw him on the street a few days ago!"

"Why didn't anyone come to inform me of something this big? If it weren't for that family's young lady's persistent pleading to let us stay a little longer, I would have been back long ago! I was almost home when you finally showed up, what are you good for?"

Faced with Wen Zhao's angry rebuke, the boy called Xiao Xu just smiled sheepishly and spoke in a soft voice.

"The head镖师 (chief escort) said that if we sent someone to inform you in advance, you might turn back halfway through the journey. Our镖局 (escort agency) has always adhered to the principle that the mission is of paramount importance and that we must see it through to the end..."

"I'm too lazy to waste my breath on you... Speed ​​up! Speed ​​up now! Forget it, I'm going to ride back to see my second brother first. Anyway, this escort mission is over, do whatever you want!"

Wen Zhao picked up the spear from the carriage, leaped onto his horse, and was about to gallop back to Ningzhou Prefecture when two figures suddenly descended from the sky, blocking the path of the Wen Family Escort Agency.

Standing on the left is a young man with his hair tied up, dressed in a black robe with gold patterns and a cold expression. His face is fair and beautiful, with red lips and white teeth, making him look like a woman.

He stood ramrod straight, with a long, thin black cotton tube on his back, the contents of which were unknown.

Standing next to the boy in black was a petite girl with messy short hair, which was thankfully covered by a black square hat to avoid being laughed at.

She was also dressed in black, but the style and material were much more ordinary than the man beside her. The red trim on the hem made it look more like the uniform of a martial arts organization.

She was holding a thick notebook in her arms, and at that moment she was looking down and flipping through the notebook while taking out a pen from a specially made pen holder at her waist to prepare to take notes.

Just as Wen Zhao was about to spur his horse forward, he looked at the two people blocking his way with displeasure.

Before she could even speak to drive him away, the handsome young man in the black robe, with an extraordinary appearance, spoke first.

"So you are Wen Zhao from the Wen Family Escort Agency in Ningzhou Prefecture?"

"You know my name, why don't you get out of my way? Want my steed to trot your back?"

Wen Zhao's straightforward response made the black-clad youth frown, and he couldn't help but shake his head.

"How can a woman be so vulgar?"

Wen Zhaoping despised those hypocritical people the most, especially those who mocked her for having a female body but being immoral. She would definitely fight back if she heard such words, and her father had paid them a lot of money because of such things.

However, Wen Zhao was only thinking about returning to Ningzhou Prefecture as soon as possible to meet his beloved second brother, and had no intention of getting entangled in a fight with the two people in front of him.

If it weren't for the fear that the visitors might have ill intentions and attack the people from the escort agency behind him after he left, Wen Zhaoli wouldn't have paid them any attention.

"What's it to you? Looking for a fight?"

"Um."

The black-clad youth responded indifferently, then reached out and patted the long, thin black cotton tube on his back. The cap of the tube was pried open by the weapon inside, and in the blink of an eye, two pieces of a mother-and-child spear appeared in the youth's hand.

The black-clad youth combined the two pieces of the mother and child guns into one, stood in front of Wen Zhao, who was riding a horse, and raised the spear tip to point at the unruly escort girl in front of him.

The gun in his hand was entirely black and smooth, with a pair of dazzling silver wings standing on either side below the bright silver tip. Just by looking at its appearance, one could tell that this weapon was no ordinary item.

Compared to that, the spear in Wen Zhao's hand seemed quite ordinary.

At this tense moment, the girl beside the boy in black lowered her head and began writing rapidly in a thick notebook, reading aloud as she wrote.

"The young master of the Wan Jie Sect, Leng Xiao, met Wen Zhao, the young head镖师 (bodyguard) of the Wen Family Escort Agency, in the pine forest of Nanshan outside Ningzhou Prefecture. Wen Zhao called himself 'Laozi' (Old Man), and Leng Xiao called her vulgar. Wen Zhao asked Leng Xiao if she wanted to be beaten, and Leng Xiao gave a faint 'hmm' and then revealed the Silver Wing Demon-Slaying Spear..."

"Although this isn't the first time, I still want to ask you, is it really necessary to remember such details...?"

"Of course. This is all content that will be published in the martial arts tabloids later. If there's nothing interesting happening in the martial arts world, they'll have to fill the pages with your fights. Every time you fight someone, it's so brief that it doesn't even fill three or five sentences. In the end, won't they have to rely on these so-called detailed accounts to make the readers who buy the martial arts tabloids feel that they got their money's worth?"

"Wan Xiaoxiao, you really are a talent..."

"Hehe, thanks for the compliment..."