重生爱上九千岁

Chapter 032

Chapter 32: Jianghu and the Imperial Court

Zhao Zimu was not a qualified master. She seldomly taught them personally and would just threw them books about the things they wanted to learn. As for how much they could learn depended on their ability to comprehend.

She would also not interfere in the path they wanted to choose. Zhao Zimu was very young, but that didn't compromise her prestige.

Because she had rescued them from the danger of death and gave them a second chance in life, although she looked too young, she was more mature and decisive than them. She passed like thunder and moved like the wind.

[1] Pass like thunder and move like the wind: swift and decisive

Ye Yiqiu would never forget the scene when he was rescued that time. Originally, Zhao Zimu didn't intend to save him. After all, there were a lot of people surrounding Ye Yiqiu and the old subordinates of his father. To silence people, the assassins also targeted Zhao Zimu who was passing by.

In the past, when Zhao Zimu roamed the Jianghu, she often disguised herself as a man. She dressed in white and wore a silver patterned black mask on her face. At such a young age, she carried a three feet flexible sword and go on a rampage in the martial arts circles. The moment she acted, she wouldn't have mercy on anyone, and her temperament was cold and cruel.

Ye Yiqiu got to know about these later on. That year, the people who chased after him truly irritated Zhao Zimu. Seeing that she was young and even though she was wearing a mask, they didn't see any harm. They attacked her without thinking. At that time, her body looked only about thirteen or fourteen-year-old.

Although, the expression of the irritated youngster couldn't be seen, but one could still see her displeasure from the tight lips exposed under the silver patterned black mask.

At that time, Ye Yiqiu and his henchmen had given up all hope. They had about thirty people. Most of them were too young and too old and injuries were all over their bodies. Even the veterans who had survived on the battlefield couldn't kill the thirty young and vigorous big men opposite of them. Moreover, this was the result after they (YY) divided their forces. When the time was up, their reinforcement would catch up and behead them (YY).

Ye Yiqiu watched the white clothed black-haired youngster drew out a three feet flexible sword. With an attitude that ignored that she could also be harmed, she rushed into the crowd coldly.

The cold light exuded by the flexible sword danced in the air. In just a blink of an eye, she neatly cut of the throat of the enemy and snatched the bow and arrow of the one on a horse. Under the horrified eyes of the leader, three arrows were fired in a row. Moreover, each of the arrow were more forceful than the other. He even heard the sound of the feather arrows breaking through the air among the sound of the swords.

The arrow simply pierced through the heart of the leader who he still considered to have quite good martial arts. He died with remaining grievances. Also, the leader was a coach who trained the guards at his home. He was a veteran under his father with good martial arts. After his father retired from the battlefield, he became the coach of the guards at their home. Even his martial arts at that time had been taught by him.

The martial arts of this kind of people may not be as exquisite as the people of the Jianghu but they were cruel and practical. At that time, Zhao Zimu looked younger than him. Even if she had learned martial arts from her own house, she wouldn't be able to compare with this kind of decades-old veteran who had retired from the battlefield. However, she was vicious beyond everyone's imagination. Two arrows took down the weapon of the veteran and the third arrow pierced through him. The splashed blood from the arrow made everyone tremble.