Everyday I Get Up To See The Villain Stealing The Show Chapter 58

Han Changsheng's words seemed to frighten An Yuan, so he didn't ask any further. A few more days pa.s.sed before they reached nearby the Yuehua Sect. 

Although they arrived, they couldn't so openly return. The old man Xuanji and Elder Lan Fang were found dead behind the mountain, and the Yuehua Sect's ancestral sword, the Longyin sword, had been stolen. On top of that, the old man Xuanji's pride, his internal power, had been drained. He was haggard in wake of its absence. At the same time, Han Changsheng's "Li Jiulong" and An Yuan, the two eldest disciples, had both disappeared for a very long time. Everyone suspected they committed the crimes and fled. 

By then, the Yuehua Sect had released word to arrest them. However, the case was full of doubt, so the Yuehua Sect wanted them alive. Once a trace of them was found, the sect wanted a report back from who found them and to have them sent back. Unless An Yuan and Han Changsheng resisted, they wanted them back unharmed. 

An Yuan was willing to go back to the Yuehua Sect to investigate everything, but Han Changsheng disagreed. Although he let An Yuan know he wasn't the real Li Jiulong, it didn't mean he could pull off the impersonation to others. Otherwise, those who were willing to dig might discover his real ident.i.ty. It was no secret An Yuan always covered his face with a straw hat to hide his peerless beauty, so wearing a straw hat would only draw everyone's attention. When they about to enter Yueyang Town, Han Changsheng asked An Yuan to change his face. 

An Yuan asked, "Why don't we go back to the Yuehua Sect to explain everything? Since old man Xuanji voluntarily gave you his internal power and Elder Lan Fang gave you the Longyin sword, you're the only one who understands everything. You shouldn't carry this black pot on your back in vain."

"I can't do that," Han Changsheng insisted, "Think about it. I'm not really Li Jiulong. When I go back, the sect head will know. It doesn't matter if I give up the Longyin sword, they will definitely not allow me to stay in the sect. What would I do if they don't allow me to contact you again? Thinking of being separate from you from now on, oh, it makes my heart ache."

An Yuan: "…." 

In the end, An Yuan agreed to let Han Changsheng change his face. Doing so, he wondered how well Han Changsheng could disguise him. 

He saw Han Changsheng untie his pack, containing many disguise kits. There were more than a dozen brushes, big and small, and a dazzling variety of pens, knives, and so on. 

An Yuan picked up a small brush. "These are all for your disguise kit?"

"Of course," Han Changsheng said. 

"Why do you need so many brushes?" An Yuan asked. 

Han Changsheng looked at An Yuan like he was a brainless fool. "These three are specially designed to draw around the eyes, this one is to brush the nose, this is to brush the eyebrows. To draw different shapes, of course, you need different tools. Do you think it's easy to change faces?"

An Yuan expressed that he had benefited from the advice. 

Holding a pile of brushes and tools, Han Changsheng tried them on An Yuan's face for about as long as it took to drink a cup of tea. He handed An Yuan a mirror. 

Looking at his face in the mirror, An Yuan was shocked. He couldn't see even a shadow of his original appearance. If he hadn't made the expression in the mirror, he wouldn't have believed it was his own appearance. He would have thought Han Changsheng gave him a picture. 

In the mirror, Han Changsheng had painted An Yuan's watery, bright, peach blossom eyes had been painted into a pair of squinted eyes. Because Han Changsheng had swollen his face, his nose had collapsed. His dry, clean skin had been dotted with pockmarks and pimples, and his beautiful, plump lips had become sausage lips. If An Yuan's original appearance was peerless beauty, then his current appearance was a spectacle too horrible to endure. 

An Yuan hesitated. "This… Why did you paint it this way?"

Han Changsheng looked at his face and said, "Because you are so beautiful that makes people want to hide you away. Let me see your beauty, alone." 

However, he meant, "You used to look so beautiful. If I paint you this way, no one will recognize you."

An Yuan turned away. Although his face was hot, he could not see the redness, thanks to the thick layer of products on his skin. "Less smooth talk."

The pig-faced Dog Lord, even while bashful, appeared angry.

Han Changsheng suppressed the urge to laugh up to the sky. This way, when he stood with An Yuan, he'd never be afraid of being told there was someone more handsome!

After finis.h.i.+ng An Yuan's make-up, Han Changsheng temporarily hid the Longyin sword in a package. After that, he and An Yuan went to find an inn to inquire about the news. Thanks to Han Changsheng's magical transfiguration, no one in town recognized them. 

They stayed at the inn that night. Yueyang Town's guest rooms weren't in short supply, so they got split into two rooms. After midnight, Han Changsheng quietly pushed the door open and pressed his ear to An Yuan's door. After making sure he was asleep, he sneaked back to his room and put on clothes to secretly go out. 

Han Changsheng, alone, avoided the patrolling disciples and went straight to the Yuehua mountain. 

The night was already deep, and the Yuehua Sect had a night ban. Except for those responsible for guarding the mountain gate, everyone else had already fallen asleep. The whole mountain was quiet, aside for the noise of cicadas. Because of it, Han Changsheng could enter smoothly. Quickly, he found the disciple's rooms. 

Suddenly, Han Changsheng heard someone practicing martial arts. Although the sound of the knife slicing through the air was very subtle, he could hear it in the quiet night. 

This again. 

The last time he secretly went to the mountain in the middle of the night, he met someone practicing in the dark. Today, he ran into someone again. Who was that diligent? Holding his breath, Han Changsheng carefully approached the sound. Soon, he saw the figure of a knife dancing in a vacant lot close to the disciple's rooms. 

The moon shone on the figure of a man. The disciple's clothes flew through the air with his knife as it made an arc… 

Wait!

Han Changsheng was so excited, he almost couldn't help shouting. What this man used was not the sword of the Yuehua disciples, but a curved sword!

The man's blade was not as straightforward as the common sword technique in the Jianghu. On the contrary, his sword technique was very gentle, not broad. His blade's trend was even arc-shaped. Compared with other sabre techniques, the technique was a bit tricky and offensive, but its defense was very solid. Although it was conservative, it was difficult to discover his flaws. 

Han Changsheng held his breath, continuing to observe. He searched his mind, desperately trying to figure out which sect's sabre technique it was. A moment later, he had some ideas. 

The Xiu Daomen.

Xiu Daomen was a small sect, and their sabre technique couldn't be ranked in the Jianghu. Because their technique was mainly defensive, very different than most offensive techniques, it was difficult to bring to develop. Ordinary knife techniques were known wide and domineering, but when Xiu Daomen was stained with the word "Xiu", their knife techniques were very petty. However, the Xiu Daomen were still a little famous, not because of their skills, but because of their fragrance. The leader of the Xiu Daomen Sect was very good at using incense. It was said that their incense could even confuse people's minds. This was a bit of magic. All the swordsman sects couldn't follow this kind of evil path, making the Xiu Daomen sect an embarra.s.sment in the Jianghu. 

Han Changsheng had heard about the Xiu Daomen, but it was a small sect, and he didn't care much. He didn't know what had happened to them, now. 

Knife. Incense. It seemed that Liu Xiaoqi was in the middle of all of it. But, Liu Xiaoqi had always used the Yuehua Sect's sword technique, causing Han Changsheng not to a.s.sociate the two before. 

After practicing the sabre technique, the figure in the moonlight put the sabre away, carefully hiding it in his clothes with the scabbard. Then he crept back to the disciple's rooms. Han Changsheng watched as he entered Liu Xiaoqi's room.

Liu Xiaoqi!

Han Changsheng left An Yuan to go to the Yuehua mountain alone late at night because he suspected that Liu Xiaoqi had something to do with his father's murder, fifteen years ago. But, he was unsure, so he didn't tell An Yuan. 

Han Changsheng thought about it gently, considering the past. 

Liu Xiaoqi didn't turn on the light. He hid the knife under the bed, then suddenly heard the door creak. It was almost like he hadn't closed it properly and the wind pushed it aside. Quickly, he rose to close the door, then stood there, frozen. He hesitated for a while, then finally closed the door. 

Turning around, the room was dark, and Liu Xiaoqi couldn't see anything. Still, he faced the open s.p.a.ce and whispered, "Is that the elder martial brother?"