Chapter - 339 Broken Marriage of the Purple Dress King (2) (2/2)

”What?” Xiao Zhao asked.

Fan Yao stared blankly at her for half a day before he finally said, ”No … it can't be … I thought you are someone else.” Heaving a deep sigh he pushed the door and left; his face looked so gloomy. ”Looks alike, looks alike,” he softly mumbled.

Zhao Min and Zhang Wuji looked at each other in bewilderment; they wondered to whom Xiao Zhao might look alike.

Suddenly they heard the sound of whistle in the distant; three long and two short whistles, sharp and shrill whistles. Zhang Wuji was startled; he remembered it was the signal of Emei Pai disciple whenever they were trying to contact their fellow martial brothers or sisters. In the Western Region he had met Miejue Shitai and the others, and he heard this exact same signal back then. ”Why do the Emei Pai's disciples return to Dadou [lit. grand capital, the present day Beijing]? Could it be that they are dealing with some enemies?” he pondered in his heart.

”That is Emei Pai's signal,” Zhao Min said, ”Looks like they have an urgent matter. Let us go and take a look, shall we?”

Zhang Wuji was surprised, ”How do you know?” he asked.

Zhao Min smiled and said, ”In the Western Region I followed them for four days and four nights before I finally managed to capture Miejue Shitai. Why wouldn't I know?”

”All right, let us go and take a look,” Zhang Wuji said, ”Miss Zhao, I have a favor I'd like to ask. Can I borrow your Yitian Sword for a moment?”

Zhao Min laughed. ”I have not borrowed the Tulong Saber, you want to borrow the Yitian Sword first. You do have an astute business skill,” she said. Loosening the precious sword from her waist she handed it over to him.

Zhang Wuji took the sword. Drawing the sword from its sheath he called, ”Xiao Zhao, come over here.”

Xiao Zhao walked over. Zhang Wuji brandished the Sword; with some light 'swish, swish, swish' sounds the iron chain on Xiao Zhao's hands and feet fell clanking down on the ground.

Xiao Zhao bowed down and said, ”Many thanks Gongzi, many thanks Junzhu.”

Zhao Min smiled. ”What a beautiful young girl,” she said, ”Your Jiaozhu must be very fond of you.”

Xiao Zhao blushed profusely; but her eyes sparkled with joy.

Zhang Wuji returned the sword into its sheathe and handed it back to Zhao Min. He heard the Emei Pai's signal sound was moving toward the northeast. ”Let's go,” he said.

Zhao Min fished out a silver coin from her pocket and threw it on the table; then she dashed out of the inn.

Zhang Wuji was afraid Xiao Zhao could not keep up; he pulled her hand with his right hand, while with his left he pushed her waist, keeping a distance between their bodies. They followed Zhao Min closely. But after only a dozen of 'zhang's or so, he felt Xiao Zhao's body was very light; her footsteps were also very fast. He felt strange, so he took away the strength from his hands; yet Xiao Zhao was still able to run side-by-side with him, she did not show any sign of lagging behind at all. Zhang Wuji did not utilize his 'qing gong' [lightness skill] to the fullest, but his feet were moving very fast; yet to his surprise Xiao Zhao was able to match his speed.

In an instant Zhao Min had already crossed several desolate alleys and arrived at an empty yard enclosed in a partly collapsed wall. Zhang Wuji heard a faint noise of some women arguing inside the enclosure. Knowing that the Emei Pai's disciples were on the yard, he pulled Xiao Zhao's hand and took her crouching behind the wall, silently hiding in the darkness. He noticed long grass everywhere on the yard; it seemed like it was an abandoned garden. Zhao Min followed them hiding in the grass.