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Ji Xun was startled and hurriedly stepped back. His health was not good, and he had only practiced martial arts for two years before giving it up. Therefore, among the three who used to stick together, his skills were the weakest.
San Chun turned back to save him, but the assassin dodged and shot something towards her face.
She swung her sword to block it, and a series of metallic clashes sent sparks flying. When the object fell to the ground, she realized it was a discarded arrowhead.
Ji Xun was forced to the brink of falling into the river. In a moment of panic, seeing San Chun struggling in the fight, he called out, "Hero, don't take risks; please leave."
San Chun knew he didn't want anything to happen to her. They were essentially strangers, two people who had only met once; there was no need for her to die for him.
In fact, she thought the same way. The assassin clearly had a strong grip; if things went wrong, it could cost her life. Yet her hands wouldn't listen; no matter how she turned, she wanted to protect him.
With a swing of her precious sword, she aimed for the assassin's eyes. This forced the assassin to save himself. With a crisp clang, she saw that only the hilt of his sword remained in his hand.
He seemed somewhat incredulous. Even though his face was covered, she could sense that his expression must be one of shock.
San Chun was also taken aback. She had always thought this was an ordinary sword, but with Azure Wind Antelope's ringing sound, how could it possess such sharpness? Now she understood what it meant to cut through iron like mud. Feeling a bit excited, she wanted to test the sword's sharpness again.
The assassin noticed her intention and instinctively touched his neck before turning to flee. Spotting a Warhorse nearby, he leaped onto it. With a squeeze of his legs against its belly, he quickly vanished from sight.
San Chun had no time to admire his riding skills; she was furious and jumped up cursing. Who sent this bastard assassin to steal her horse? Unfortunately, her two legs couldn't match the four of a horse. After chasing for a dozen steps, she could only watch helplessly as it galloped away.
That was her horse! How could she explain its loss when returning to camp?
Thinking about Lu Shuchang's face when angry—his flesh would jiggle with rage—she felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness as if doomsday were approaching.
Her expressions were so vivid that joy, anger, worry, and concern all showed on her face, leaving onlookers in awe.
Ji Xun kept staring at her and suddenly felt a peculiar sensation rising within him. Once upon a time, there was someone just like her whose expressions were as rich as a palette filled with colors. That person truly smiled when happy and genuinely cried when sad; all emotions were displayed on their face, completely different from those scheming royals.
He couldn't help but feel moved and developed an unusual interest in this person who called herself San Chun. There really weren't many people like her in this world...
Seeing her conflicted expression made him smile involuntarily. "This matter started because of me; I will compensate for the horse."
"Very well," San Chun replied quickly, then looked at him with bright eyes, fearing he might change his mind.
Ji Xun found it somewhat amusing as he untied the money pouch from his waist and handed it to her; the amount inside was enough to buy three Warhorses.
San Chun smiled contentedly, thinking she could give half of it away and keep the other half for herself.
In this era, horses were a crucial resource and quite expensive. Losing a horse was not something that could simply be resolved with money. Given Lu Shuchang's personality, a good beating was inevitable. However, it was fortunate that this young master had a good heart and was willing to accompany her to the military camp.
Ji Xun himself did not know why he felt this way; he had always been aloof and was not someone who typically showed such enthusiasm.
Though he did not want to admit it, he understood in his heart that the reason he wanted to accompany her was simply to spend more time with her. He wanted to see her smile, listen to her talk; even just standing beside her would be enough.
For the second time in his life, he felt the desire to get to know someone. The first time was with Yan Dan, and now it was with her.
Today felt truly unusual, bizarre even. Sitting by the river for quite a while, he could still feel the irregular beating of his heart.
He did not leave, and San Chun felt awkward urging him to go, so she picked up a round stone to sit on. She asked him, “What are you thinking about?”
Ji Xun turned his head and said, “I am Zhao Young Master Ji Xun. How about you come back with me to Zhao?”
San Chun was puzzled. “Why does the young master invite me?”
“Because I am eager for talent.”
What a flattering statement! It made San Chun's heart bloom; she had always felt worthless, yet here she was being considered “talent.” Unfortunately, she had to wait for Qing here; otherwise, visiting Zhao would have been nice.
Being appreciated like this was rare for her, so she felt embarrassed to refuse and said, “Spring is a servant of Chengyang Jun, so I cannot make decisions.”
People in this era were very principled; once a servant, always a servant. Ji Xun understood her meaning and did not press further. He smiled and said, “I will discuss this matter with Chengyang Jun myself.”
San Chun was astonished. Was he really going to ask Chengyang Jun for her?
As a soldier, she had no authority over matters concerning those in higher positions, even if it involved herself.
Seeing that it was past noon and her stomach was growling, she asked Ji Xun, “Do you want to eat fish?”
Ji Xun nodded. Before he could say anything, he saw her take off her shoes and jump into the water, pulling out her Sword and stabbing at the glowing spots in the water. Quick, fierce, and precise, in an instant, a fish was already impaled on the blade.
Looking at the fish that was still flopping around, San Chun smiled brightly. Thanks to her recent fishing by the river, her swordsmanship seemed to have improved.
She returned with some firewood and struck a spark to start a fire.
Ji Xun watched her as she skillfully gutted the fish, then pulled out a packet of salt from her backpack and sprinkled it on the fish's body. That Ancient Legendary Sword had become merely a tool for killing fish in her hands, which made one feel a sense of regret.
Out of curiosity, he picked up her sword and noticed some characters engraved on it; it turned out to be the famous cast sword. It was said that this sword was forged with human blood during its creation in Xuan Tie's furnace. It had a fierce appearance even when newly made and was a rare divine weapon. This sword originally belonged to Qin Huai Wang's personal Sword but had been stolen and lost for a long time. He never expected to encounter it here today, only to see it being misused by someone who did not understand swords.
He told San Chun about the sword's origin, but she didn't care at all. She continued to gut the fish swiftly, not feeling that using a Famous Sword for such a purpose was inappropriate.
Back in Niushan Village, she could never find a suitable knife and always used a green sword instead. He never criticized her; sometimes he even found her approach quite satisfying. As for what satisfaction it brought, that remained unknown.
After finishing these tasks, San Chun took out some powdered substance from her backpack and sprinkled it over the fish. It was a fragrant herb she had gathered from the back mountain of Niushan Village. She didn't know what kind of herb it was; she had just experimented with it once while grilling fish and found it tasted excellent. Later, she collected many of them, dried them, ground them into powder, and carried them with her, taking some out whenever needed. This was also why her grilled fish tasted better than others.
In less than half an hour, the fish was ready and smelled incredibly delicious.
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