Clara and the Secret of the Jade Sword Chapter 3

Although the carriage was not a "green ox, white horse and seven-fragrant carriage", it was not like a carriage that ordinary people could ride on. There were copper bells hanging from the four corners of the roof and small hollow windows on both sides. Behind the window, a hand slowly stretched out from the curtain.

The dark green sleeved shirt hangs over the back of the hand, only a few sections from the knuckles to the fingertips are exposed. On the index finger is a first-class water-patterned jade approx, and the knuckles are straight but not weak. The hand moved, probably to wipe off the plum sugar powder that had just been stained.

For some reason, these hands reminded Clara Qiu of the green bamboo planted by Master Jun on Chaoye Mountain.

Glancing up again, the owner of the hand disappeared behind the car window. I couldn't see his true face clearly, but could only smell the faint cold fragrance of bamboo sap coming from the car.

Clara Qiu stroked the rim of the cup with his hand, looking at the figure behind the small curtain calmly.

Although jadeite rings are rare, many people in the world have worn them.

There are two most famous ones. The first one is the Qingque Pavilion in Shuzhong, where the leader Shen Rong has a jadeite on his finger that can shoot silver needles and hide poison powder. The second one is Dorian Yun from Gaoshui Villa, who wears a green shirt, a bamboo hairpin, and a jadeite ring. He is one of the seven heroes and is famous for his soft sword "Chasing Snow".

However, Qingque Pavilion had already told them not to ask about this Heroes Competition, and Dorian Yun had not been heard from since her battle with the Yulong Divine Cult five years ago. So, what was the identity of the woman in the carriage?

Looking at the carriage's behavior, the man who had just been ambushed by Huamei wilted. He no longer had the intention to make up stories about the other person's "extinction of his offspring". He just stepped forward and yelled a few vulgar words to save his face.

While he was yelling, a woman got out of the car. She was of medium height and dressed in neat black clothes. She looked like a capable waiter.

She was standing under the car, looking at the group of people laughing and making noises with an expressionless face. Then her eyes stopped at the man with the red marks of plums on his face, and she said sarcastically: "The young master is magnanimous and doesn't mind your arbitrary arrangement, so he specially invites you to eat plums from Wuzhou City."

The three words "Young Manor Master" sounded like thunder in everyone's ears, and completely shocked the cursing man in brown.

Wuzhou is a place of famous and beautiful mountains, blessed with outstanding people, but the most famous one is Gaoshui Villa, which the man just mentioned "has long been in decline".

The young master mentioned by the waiter was probably the useless woman who was "no one else" as mentioned earlier, Dorian Yun's disciple - the young master Elliot Yi.

It is said that although she is physically weak, her appearance far surpasses that of her mother and teacher.

Seeing this, the diners eating noodles in the noodle stall began to whisper among themselves, and some even tried to peek through the window to catch a glimpse of the young owner's face.

Under the inquiring gaze, the waiter under the car reached out to his waist, revealing the soft sword coiled around his waist. Then, under the somewhat evasive eyes of everyone, he lightly picked up the hilt of the sword with his index finger and asked in a deep voice: " If it's not enough, why don't I treat you to some more plums on behalf of the young owner?"

Gaoshui Villa has been making swords for hundreds of years and is famous for its soft sword "Jingcong Sword". The Frightening Cluster Sword is attached to the waist. It is silver-white in color and looks like a frightening bush bird. It is light and sharp, but its power is elusive.

Although the sword that the waiter revealed just now is not as good as the Jing Cong Sword, it is indeed a sharp blade. Seeing that she could draw the sword with two fingers, the man who was still arrogant immediately stopped talking, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. It was obvious that he could tell that even the attendants were so magnanimous. I'm afraid it might be a lot different from the situation he arranged, and I feel timid in my heart.

Seeing his expression change so quickly, the waiter's eyes flashed with a hint of mockery. Just as he was about to say something else, the young master's voice came from the carriage. The voice was neither dull nor shrill, but had a unique and pleasant tone of a woman. It was gentle and clear, like a spring hitting a stone.

"It seems that's enough, let's go."

Listening to this beautiful voice, if people didn't know that the plum just now came from her hand, I guess everyone would just think that this young master is really a weak and gentle beauty as rumored. But now that she has just entered the city, she has given a little punishment to those who talk too much, which seems to be definitely not their "useless woman".

The black-clad servant then put away his sword as he was told and got on the carriage. The driver did not stay any longer, whipped the horse and drove away from the noisy city.

When the horse's hooves moved, the car curtain quietly lifted a corner in the wind, and Clara Qiu, who was sitting in the corner, first smelled a wisp of cold fragrance coming out from between the curtains, and then, behind the car curtain, he saw The man's glance on her seemed to be vague.

After the carriage drove away, the face of the man who had just made the rude remarks turned the color of pig liver, and he heard someone quietly making fun of him. His complexion turned red and green, then blue and white. Feeling that he was completely embarrassed, he gritted his teeth, kicked over the bench, and walked out.

Seeing him walking out without paying, the proprietress who had been afraid to say anything quickly turned around and hurriedly grabbed the man in brown clothes.

The lady boss anxiously stopped the man and reminded him awkwardly: "Hey, big brother, you haven't paid for the noodles yet."

Judging from the skillful movement of the landlady's hand just now, it seems that this is not the first time this man has done this.

Because she just lost face with that bullSh!t young village owner, now the boss lady thinks she can step on his head?

He was about to reach out and push the landlady away, but when he looked at the scared little daughter behind the landlady, he grinned again and sneered as if he had found an outlet.

It's just right, isn't it? He was worried about having nowhere to vent his anger, and the landlady came to his door.

Under the gaze of everyone, the man in brown clothes changed his cowardly attitude, raised his brows, and said in a high-pitched tone: "Sanniang, this is why you are unreasonable!"

"Look at your noodles. They are neither chewy nor substantial."

Facing the helpless look of the landlady, he grinned and said, "Then why should I give you any more money?"

As he spoke, he saw that some curious people had gathered around him, so he waved his arms and asked loudly to the people outside the noodle stall: "Is that right?"

The people who came around just wanted to watch the fun and didn't want to meddle in other people's business. So even though he saw the landlady holding the rogue diner alone, she just whispered and had no intention of helping.

Seeing no one to help her, the lady boss, who was called "Sanniang", was so anxious that she almost cried. Her noodle stall was already unable to make ends meet, and her child was already old enough to go to a cram school, but she had not saved enough money for his education. Now, she had been pestered by this scoundrel to eat for free several times. If this matter was not resolved today, he would definitely go even further.

With trembling lips, Sanniang looked around, but couldn't say a strong word to refute him. She could only anxiously repeat: "This can't be done... This, how can this be done?"

The man in brown had already taken advantage of her, so he just slowly pushed Sanniang's hand down, teasing her as he did so: "Sanniang, next time you make better noodles, I'll pay for it later, right?"

Before he could even utter the word "了", the man in brown suddenly felt a gust of wind coming from behind him. Before he could react and dodge, something with seven points of force had already brushed against his side face and shot away! After hearing a "whoosh", another blood mark was added to his still swollen face.

After the person on the opposite side exclaimed, everyone could see clearly that the thing that flew over the noodle stall was not a rare weapon, but just a pair of chopsticks used for eating noodles!

It turned out that after the carriage left, Clara Qiu also put down the bowl of noodles and stepped out of the noodle stall. But just as she passed a steamed cake stall, she heard a noise behind her. She didn't want to get involved in this, but Sanniang's voice of powerless dissuasion kept drilling into her ears. Even if she walked forward, she felt a little uneasy. After pondering for a moment, she still stopped and quietly slipped away when no one was paying attention, hiding behind the stall.

As she turned around, she took a few chopsticks, then aimed at the brown-clothed rogue and slowly pushed her wrist.

At this time, the man in brown clothes also came to his senses and felt the stinging pain on his face. He stretched out his hand and touched it, and then saw the blood on his hand amidst the gasps of everyone.

Thinking that it was the young village owner who was turning back to take action again, he turned his head tremblingly, but at the noodle stall, except for the stunned mother and daughter, and another table of diners looking at each other, there were no carriages or waiters.

I turned around again in disbelief, but still found nothing. Except for the onlookers who formed a circle behind him and dared not come out, no one really seemed brave enough to attack him.

The anger of being teased and humiliated reached its peak. The scoundrel stood up with red eyes and shouted wildly into the distance: "Who is so nosy! Come out and see me!"

After he finished cursing, he paused, and seeing that there was no other sound except his own, he felt relieved and shouted: "I'm going to eat this free meal today!"

After saying that, the scoundrel raised his heels, pushed through the crowd and was about to walk out!

Unexpectedly, just as he took two steps away from the noodle stall, there was a sound of "Whee---" and another chopstick brushed the other side of his face!

Immediately afterwards, several chopsticks flew towards him at the same time, hitting his brow bone and nose bridge one after another!

A streak of nosebleed slowly left behind, and the man suddenly raised his face and cried out "Ouch, ouch, ouch," without the arrogance of before.

This time he didn't dare to be more aggressive, and he didn't dare to ask who was responsible. No matter whether he is the young master of the village or a great hero, in short, he does not dare to cause trouble easily again.

He lay trembling in the crowd of people, fearing that he would be beaten again. He shouted randomly, "Good man, hero, spare my life!" and took out ten coins from his pocket before he tremblingly put them on Sanniang's chopping board.

After putting down the money, I probably felt that it would be hard to play such a rogue again in the future, so I was afraid and annoyed, covered my face and ran towards a place with fewer people.

My goodness, this is the money he owes for five bowls of noodles. The onlookers all sighed in admiration, and some even spat boldly.

Seeing the man running away with his face covered in humiliation, Clara Qiu let out a sneer. She put down two coins to compensate for the chopsticks, then walked away from the steamed cake stand owner who was still watching with relish.

Could it be the person in the carriage that Old Man Poxi told him to be careful about?

Thinking of the glance they had just exchanged from afar, Clara Qiu suppressed the fluctuations in her eyes and said silently in her heart that no matter who old man Bo Xi was talking about, she must get Sheng Qiufeng and get clues about that person.

So after thinking for a long time, Clara Qiu put down his bamboo hat, walked towards the street fence seriously, and picked off the last piece of the Heroes Competition that was firmly stuck on the board amidst the bustle of people.