Villains: Starting with the Landlady

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There were many bruises on the surface, all from those thugs, but the real cause of death was internal.

Ling Yun's attack was extremely stealthy, and since he had been dead for more than a day, even martial arts masters wouldn't be able to tell that he died from internal injuries.

Ling Yun took out his folding fan, placed it on Liu Jinyuan's chest, and sighed softly, "Brother Jinyuan, I have nothing else to offer, so let this fan accompany you on your journey!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Aunt Yun burst into tears again. Ling Yun closed the coffin, stepped forward and naturally embraced her, whispering, "Aunt Yun, don't be sad anymore. The dead are gone, and the living must go on."

"Yes, I know, I'm just still a little sad."

Ling Yun wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and after hearing the footsteps of the women, he let go of her and headed towards the guest room.

Watching the young man's retreating figure, Aunt Yun's heart began to pound uncontrollably, and certain thoughts began to stir within her...

After lunch, the three of them left the Minister's residence and strolled around the capital.

The group crossed the bridge to the south of the city and saw a beggar under the bridge.

"Kind-hearted old folks, please have pity on this poor beggar!"

When the beggar saw that Ling Yun had an extraordinary demeanor and was well-dressed, he immediately kowtowed and murmured auspicious words.

Zhao Ling'er glanced at Ling Yun, and the young man handed her a silver ingot without saying a word. The girl took it and put it into his bowl.

Upon seeing the silver ingot, the beggar was overjoyed and kowtowed several more times. Seeing that the group hadn't left, he grinned and said, "This gentleman and his two ladies look unfamiliar. You must have just arrived in the capital?"

"Not bad, you have a good eye."

"Hehe, I've lived here for decades, I've seen all kinds of people..."

Hearing his boasting, Zhao Ling'er became somewhat excited and stepped forward to ask, "Then, have you ever seen a Miao woman...?"

After listening to Zhao Ling'er's account, the beggar shook his head and said, "Grandma, I really haven't heard of this person. The person you're looking for shouldn't be here."

The girl was somewhat discouraged, but then chuckled softly. If it were so easy to find her mother, the Bai Miao people wouldn't have gone through so much trouble to search for her.

After the three left, they passed by a brothel.

This is the largest establishment in Chang'an, where countless attractive and skilled women pose provocatively outside, luring men inside.

Lin Yueru scoffed at this and grabbed the girl's hand, ready to leave quickly.

Ling Yun followed closely behind, but was still pulled back by countless fair and delicate arms.

"Sir, come in and have some fun!"

"Come on, sir, you're so handsome, we'll give you a 50% discount today!"

"Sir, come in and have a few drinks!"

Ling Yun was both amused and exasperated. Although he had a fondness for women, he wasn't one to shy away from trouble. These skilled women were truly a pair of lips that could be tasted by thousands. Even if he were desperate for sex, he would rather take care of himself than come to a place like this.

"Are you looking for death?"

Lin Yueru was enraged. She drew her sword, and with a whoosh, the patterned longsword gleamed with a chilling light in the sunlight. The women who were holding onto Lingyun released their grip.

Ling Yun dusted off non-existent dust and walked to Yue Ru's side, but the girl glared at him resentfully and ignored him until she was far away.

"Moonlight..."

"Heh, sir, you seemed to be enjoying yourself just now, so why are you calling me now?"

This little jealous pot has boiled over again. Zhao Ling'er tugged at her sleeve, and Lin Yueru pouted and said, "You, you only know how to help your Lingyun brother. His soul was almost bewitched by those women!"

"I don't like hearing that."

Ling Yun grabbed her waist, forcing her to look him in the eye: "Yueru, don't you know what kind of person I, Ling Yun, am?"

"Of course I know," Lin Yueru rolled her eyes at him. "If you stay in one place for even a short while, you'll probably hook up with all the pretty girls here!"

Zhao Ling'er chuckled, and Ling Yun said fiercely, "Just wait, I'll teach you a lesson when we get back tonight!"

Lin Yueru blushed and muttered a few words to herself, but under Ling Yun's somewhat forceful attitude, she and Ling'er each took one of his arms and strolled around the capital before returning to the Minister's Mansion.

That night, Ling Yun used his swordsmanship to teach the jealous Yue Ru a lesson in his room. Zhao Ling'er was an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire, and since she was pregnant with their child, Ling Yun was a little lenient with her.

After the two women fell asleep with happy smiles on their faces, Ling Yun got up and went to the main hall.

The servants went back to their rooms to sleep early, leaving Aunt Yun alone in the main hall, staring blankly at Liu Jinyuan's coffin.

"Aunt Liu, are you still awake?"

Hearing the male voice behind her, Aunt Yun turned around and gave him a forced smile: "No, I'm going to sleep later too."

Ling Yun took off his coat and draped it over her, then sat down beside her and took her small hand in his: "The temperature difference between day and night is large, don't catch a cold."

Aunt Yun tried to break free from his grasp several times but failed, and eventually gave up.

The young man took advantage of the situation and pulled her delicate body into his arms. The woman's face was flushed, but she still leaned on him.

With the warm, soft body in his arms, Ling Yun quickly developed some normal reactions.

Upon realizing this, Aunt Yun trembled. Thinking of the difference in their status, she immediately tried to get up, but Ling Yun forcefully held her in his arms.

"Aunt Yun, Uncle Liu hasn't consummated his marriage with you in a long time, has he?"

Lingyun's title has been changed from "Auntie" to "Aunt Yun," which is equivalent to separating her from the role of the Minister's wife.

"No, this isn't right..."

"Not good?" Ling Yun looked at her beautiful face in the candlelight and chuckled, "If it wasn't good, why did you deliberately fall down at noon?"

"I didn't mean to." Aunt Yun's voice grew weaker and weaker, and she felt inexplicably guilty.

"If you knew it was wrong, why didn't you resist at all after I hugged you?"

"Lingyun, I, I..."

Ling Yun smiled faintly and tugged at the sash of her dress, his tone flippant: "The night is long, so let me keep Aunt Yun company!"

Chapter 337 The Butterfly's Gratitude

"Yes, Cousin Jinyuan is not Aunt Yun's biological son."

Inside the room, Ling Yun had his arms around the two women's waists, and Lin Yueru nestled in Ling Yun's arms, whispering something.

Last night, Ling Yun had a deep and simple conversation with the Minister's wife, whom he had long resented, and was surprised to find that she was still a virgin. So he took this opportunity to ask Yue Ru if she knew about it.

"But Aunt Yun is really good to Cousin Jin Yuan, not at all like the wicked stepmother that outsiders say she is," Yue Ru said, then suddenly raised her head, "Hey, Ling Yun, you don't happen to have a crush on Aunt Yun, do you!"

"Look at you, here you go again. Aren't the two of you enough for me?"

"I always felt you wouldn't be that honest."

Yue Ru muttered something to herself, glanced at the sky outside and saw that it was getting late, so she got up to wash up.

The three of them went outside, greeted Aunt Yun who had also just gotten up, and sat down together to have breakfast.

Aunt Yun acted much the same as yesterday. Although she looked even more beautiful, she was still somewhat haggard due to excessive grief, which didn't alert Lin Yueru to anything amiss.

Just as the group was finishing their meal, a servant ran in from outside and knelt before them.

"Madam, something terrible has happened! A dead body has floated down the riverbank!"

"what?"

Aunt Yun was taken aback and exchanged a bewildered glance with Ling Yun. Since Minister Liu was not present, she subconsciously regarded Ling Yun as the male head of the household and naturally wanted to consult him on any matters.

"Come on, let's go out and take a look."

Ling Yun guessed what was going on, got up and walked outside, and the two women followed, accompanying the somewhat frightened Aunt Yun.

Led by the servants, the group left the Minister's residence and arrived at the riverbank near the gate.

Ling Yun looked down and saw a man dressed in a blue-white Taoist robe lying face up on the water, relying on the buoyancy of the water. He seemed to have been dead for a long time.

"Sigh, Jin Yuan only passed away a few days ago, and this actually happened... sigh!"

Aunt Yun only glanced at him before daring not to look again, and the servants were also gossiping, wondering who this person was.

Ling Yun stepped forward, and amidst the admiring gazes of the crowd, grabbed the man by the back of his shirt and lifted him up.

The young man flipped him over so that he was facing up and saw his familiar face.

The Drunken Sword Immortal!

However, the Drunken Sword Immortal did not die; he was still breathing faintly.

Ling Yun squatted down, placed the base of his palms on the midpoint of the line connecting his chest and the lower part of his sternum, overlapped his wrists, interlocked his fingers, and pressed down a few times with his body weight.

Situ Zhong vomited a mouthful of river water, and gradually regained consciousness.

"Senior, we meet again!"

Upon seeing Ling Yun's smiling face, Situ Zhong, slightly drunk, said, "Hey, it's you, kid! I never thought I'd run into you here!"

Ling Yun helped him up. Situ Zhong was swaying as he walked, as if he was about to fall down at any moment.

"Hey, Ling Yun, do you know this drunken, smelly Taoist priest?"

The smell of alcohol on Situ Zhong's breath made the women take several meters back. Lin Yueru covered her nose and said with an unfriendly expression.

"Yes, he is the Shushan senior sword immortal who taught me the sword control technique."

"No...it's nothing."

Lin Yueru was about to say that Ling Yun had already killed the Sword Saint, but then she realized that it seemed only the two of them knew about this, so she didn't tell the truth.

Ling Yun patted Situ Zhong on the back, making him bend over and spit out more water, and said with some amusement, "Senior, with your strength, how did you fall into the river?"

"Oh dear, I've been framed!" Situ Zhong stood up slowly. "I was drinking at a nearby restaurant, and all I did was not pay. At first, those guys couldn't do anything to me, but after I got drunk, they carried me out and threw me into the river!"

Several black lines appeared on everyone's foreheads. This guy was eating and drinking for free and then accusing others of harming him. If it weren't for Ling Yun's kindness towards him, they would have wanted to throw this stinky Taoist priest back into the river.

"Um, hehe, do you still have any wine?" Situ Zhong gave Ling Yun an awkward smile.

Inside the Minister's residence, after seeing Situ Zhong gulp down several jars of wine, Aunt Yun also became a little curious about this unrestrained and unconventional master from Mount Shu.

"Something's not right here," Situ Zhong said to Ling Yun just before he was about to pass out from drunkenness. "There's demonic energy, and not just one, but two!"

"Ah, what should I do?"

Aunt Yun had no idea of ​​Ling Yun and the others' abilities; mortals have a natural fear of demons.

"It's alright, I'll stay here and keep watch. If that monster comes, I'll make sure it never comes... never comes... huff huff..."

Before he could finish speaking, he collapsed onto the table and fell asleep.

Lin Yueru jumped up, her face showing indignation: "Brother Ling, is this Taoist priest any reliable?"

"Actually, he's half my master, and also the Sword Saint's junior brother. Although he's a bit unreliable, his strength shouldn't be much worse than the Sword Saint's."

Ling Yun rubbed his temples. Although he was quite to his liking, he didn't want to deal with the mess that would follow.

"Well, since he is your master and the junior brother of the Sword Saint of Mount Shu, then I will treat him as an honored guest." Aunt Yun stood up gracefully and said to the servants, "Someone, carry him to the guest room and try to meet his requests as much as possible. He must not be rude."

"Yes!" Two servants stepped forward and used all their strength to barely lift Situ Zhong and carry him to a guest room on the other side.

“Aunt Liu, you don’t need to be afraid. This is Chang’an, the capital city. No matter how powerful those demons are, they wouldn’t dare to act recklessly here.”

Hearing Lingyun's comforting words, Aunt Yun felt much more at ease.

Just as she longed to lean on Lingyun's warm embrace, the entire Shangshu Mansion was shrouded in thick fog, making it difficult to see each other even inside the house.

"There is evil spirit!"

Lin Yueru drew her sword and stood beside Aunt Yun, protecting her.

“This aura…” The bracelet on Zhao Ling’er’s wrist faintly glowed, “It’s a powerful demon that’s over a hundred years old!”

Aunt Yun shuddered in fright, and Ling Yun took the opportunity to hug her and take advantage of her. He then instructed the two women, "You two stay here to protect Aunt Liu. I'll go out and take a look."

"Brother Ling!"

Lin Yueru grabbed his sleeve, not bothering with his ambiguous actions with Aunt Yun: "Should we call him Senior Sword Immortal?"

"Forget it, let him rest well. I'm not afraid of even a thousand-year-old demon!"

Seeing his confident expression, Lin Yueru didn't think much of it and let go of his small hand on his sleeve.

Ling Yun left the main hall alone, his figure completely disappearing from the women's sight.

As soon as he stepped into the mist, he sensed a voice calling to him. The young man followed the inexplicable call and wandered around until he arrived at the back garden.

"Benefactor!"

A clear, melodious voice, like that of a nightingale, came from beside him. Ling Yun turned his head and saw a beautiful woman wearing a long yellow dress with a thin purple skirt underneath walking out of the mist.