Traveling Through the Grave Robbers' Chronicles: Starting from Meeting You

Master Jie Jiu calmly placed a black piece on the chessboard. The moment the black piece was put into the chessboard, the black piece that was surrounded by the white pieces instantly broke through the encirclement, formed a siege with other black pieces, and ate all the white pieces.

Clap, clap, clap - Zhang Hanyan clapped her hands lightly, congratulating Master Jie Jiu on winning the chess game, although it was a game between himself.

Master Jiu Xie looked up at Zhang Hanyan who was applauding, and smiled, "I wonder what advice the Saint has for you coming here so late at night?"

Zhang Hanyan sat opposite him leisurely, picked up a white piece, and placed it on the chessboard as if unintentionally.

The moment the white piece fell, the situation on the chessboard changed again. The black piece was completely at a disadvantage and was eaten up by the white piece... Black piece, lost...

Even Mr. Jie Jiu, who was always so calm, could no longer remain calm this time. He frowned and looked at the chessboard, wondering if there was any way to save the black piece.

He thought for a long time, and tried countless ways, but found that there was no way to save the black piece. No matter which step he took, the white piece could kill the black piece.

Finally, Master Jie Jiu smiled with relief, "The Saint Lady is one step ahead. I admire you."

"It's just a coincidence. This time I came to see Master Jiu because I want him to do me a favor. It's a big favor that will require all of your efforts."

Zhang Hanyan took the white piece in her hand and gently turned it. Her slender white fingers were as white as onions, and the white jade chess pieces pale in comparison in her hands.

"How does the Saint know that I will definitely help you with such a big favor?"

She frowned and smiled, threw the chess piece into the chess box, and looked at him, "This is not just a favor for me, but it concerns the survival of the entire Nine Gates. I can't say more, but I hope that Master Jie Jiu will consider it carefully.

Of course, if Master Jie Jiu is willing to help, I can guarantee that I can protect the safety of all the heads of the Nine Sects, except Zhang Qishan, when their lives are in danger."

Mr. Jie Jiu couldn't help but frowned. He raised his hand to push up his glasses which had slipped down, and asked in confusion.

"How does the Saint know when they are dying?"

Zhang Hanyan looked up at the moon hidden in the dark clouds with a faint smile on her face.

"Master Jiu doesn't need to know how I know this. The Zhang family naturally has their own way of knowing what they want to know.

The only thing I can tell Mr. Jie Jiu is that Zhang Qishan is not a trustworthy person, and it is better to plan everything in advance.

As for what I need help from Master Jie Jiu, it is still unknown. Although I have said it in advance, it is still uncertain whether I will need help at that time."

Mr. Jie Jiu lowered his head and thought for a moment, thinking about the changes in Zhang Qishan in recent years, and under Zhang Hanyan's gaze, he nodded and agreed to her.

"Okay, the Saint needs my help with anything, but you can tell me. This is my own home, and there are no strangers around."

"Things are unpredictable. Nothing in this world is certain. I want Master Jie Jiu to promise that if something happens to me one day, you can use your ability to protect me."

Zhang Hanyan thought about herself, a soul from another world that didn't belong here. She was afraid that one day something unexpected might happen to her and she would disappear between heaven and earth. She couldn't help but feel a little lonely.

She thought that before any unknown changes happened, what she could do for Zhang Qiling was to arrange all the escape routes for him.

Of course, it would be better if these escape routes were not used. This way, it would prove that nothing happened to her and she could always protect him personally.

Mr. Jie Jiu didn't expect her to say this. At this moment, he couldn't understand why Zhang Qiling, the head of the Zhang family, needed his protection.

"Okay, I promise the Saint, if that day really comes, I will do my best to protect Patriarch Zhang."

"In that case, I would like to thank Master Jiu first."

Zhang Hanyan stood up and bowed to express her gratitude. This was the first time in her thousands of years as a sword fairy that she had thanked someone so solemnly.

Master Jie Jiu quickly stood up and helped her up, "Saint, you are too polite. I hope you will not forget your promise and keep them safe in times of crisis."

"Of course, I will keep my word and I won't break it! As the night gets darker, I will go back first. If we meet again in the future, it's better for us to be strangers."

Master Jie Jiu rolled his eyes and immediately understood her concerns. "Okay, I will do as the Saint says."

Zhang Hanyan tapped her toes, jumped up, and easily climbed over the tall wall of the Jie family and disappeared into the night.

Master Jiujie looked out into the dark night and sighed that the Zhang family's martial arts were truly superb.

The autumn wind blows suddenly, bringing a chill. The overgrown trees are scattered at different heights, with branches and leaves turning yellow. The air is filled with the rotten smell of dead branches and leaves.

Zhang Hanyan pushed open the window and saw at a glance the person hiding in the crowd and monitoring them.

She smiled disdainfully, picked up a small stone from the flowerpot by the window, and threw it accurately at the person hidden in the crowd.

"Ouch!" The man cried out in pain and raised his hand to rub the red and swollen area where he was hit.

He looked up in the direction where the stone came from. Zhang Hanyan was looking at him with a smile and waving at him, but that smile was full of mockery.

The man didn't dare to look anymore. He lowered his head and walked forward in panic until he reached an empty alley and stopped to hide.

Zhang Hanyan looked around and continued to search for the person who was monitoring them in the crowd, throwing the stones in his hand up and down intentionally or unintentionally.

Her movements frightened those hiding in the crowd. They avoided her sight and hid in corners where she couldn't see them.

"Boring, they're all gone!"

Zhang Hanyan complained softly, closed the window without interest, sat down on the bed and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

Dong, Dong, Dong—"Han Yan, Zhang Qishan's people are here."

"I'm here!" Zhang Hanyan walked quickly to the door and opened it. "Brother, are you bored? Do you want to go out for a walk?"

Zhang Qiling looked at the adjutant standing not far away, "Okay, where do you want to go?"

"I saw lanterns being hung at the market. It looked very lively. Let's go out for a walk after dinner."

"it is good."

The adjutant with a sad face watched the two of them talking as if no one was around, and did not dare to interrupt them at all.

Zhang Hanyan was all smiles after getting the promise. In a very good mood, she slowly walked up to the adjutant and asked.

"What did Zhang Qishan ask you to do? To see if we have escaped?"

"No, no..." the adjutant denied hastily, "The Buddha wants to invite the clan leader and the saint to dinner. The banquet is ready. I'll invite you over. The car is waiting downstairs."

"No! Go back and tell Zhang Qishan and his men to stop hanging around us. If you make me angry, take my brother away from here immediately. I guarantee that he won't be able to find us no matter how hard he tries.

Once you have prepared everything you need for the operation, just send someone over to let us know and we will naturally go to meet you.

But before that, get as far away as you can! Do you understand, little lieutenant! "

The adjutant was about to persuade him again, but Zhang Hanyan's cold look silenced him and he had no choice but to turn around and leave.