As the head of Huashan, it is not easy for Kumei to come out. After she taught Qiao Heng the "Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng", she left without staying long.

Qiao Heng stood on the boat and "watched" her for a while. Until he could no longer hear the sound of her speeding by with light work, only the sound of birds chirping and wind ripples in his ears, he picked up the oars and held them in the water, and the boat trembled, moved slowly, and gently cut the water.

The boat traveled strangely slowly, without the slightest sense of urgency. In fact, he really didn't have anything to do urgently.

In Qiao Heng's eyes, a man is standing in the world, and what he pursues is probably nothing but the words "fame and fortune".

Even for many people who claim to be chic and uninhibited, and don't want to fly and dog, there are a few people who can be completely unmoved by these four words. Qian Quan is charming, and the color words are moving, which has been the case since ancient times.

However, he did not lack any of these. It can be said that all of the above things are within easy reach for him as long as he wants to. He was not gifted, and in his eyes it was wealth, power, beauty, or impeccable manners, and he believed that anyone who had the same experience would no longer be embarrassed or unfamiliar with how to have these things.

At the beginning, you may be complacent and proud of this, but after a long time, you will always involuntarily feel a little tired.

As a result, he began to get used to a step-by-step life, no matter how boring it seemed to others. The passions of the past have almost all turned into a pile of bubbles. Because he knows that no matter how much he doesn't want to forge ahead, as long as he follows his past experience, he can easily get the results that others need to fight for all their lives.

He knew that he was in too negative a state, but whenever he wanted to change something, he always found that he couldn't do anything about it.

It's really not good to be so slack, what should he do.

Qiao Heng felt that he should go to find someone.

A woman surnamed Hua and a real name.

Yuan Suiyun in the original book is damned, but at the same time, he is not damned. He deserves to die because he has done all the bad things, and good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and he should not die because he should have escaped death with his skills, but he died, so easily, so unexpectedly.

He died on the woman.

There is more than one woman who wants him to die, but there are only two of them who are the most related. One is Jin Lingzhi who jumped into the sea with him, and the other is Hua Zhenzhen who spied on his secret.

Jin Lingzhi is just crazy because of love, not to be afraid.

Only that Hua Zhenzhen ......

Qiao Heng came to his senses for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he once again casually held the oar in the water. The boat walked quietly, dragging the orange sunset behind it, passing through the stacked lotus leaves, and disappearing in a green sea.

......

There was an inn on the side of the road, a humble inn with few customers.

On the first floor of the inn, there is only one shopkeeper, a small two, and a table of guests.

In the midst of the shopkeeper's continuous yawning, this shabby inn finally welcomed new guests.

There was only one person who came, a girl who looked to be in her twenty-eighth year. She walked slowly into the inn, without making a sound under her feet, like a white cloud blown by a warm breeze, but there was only a cold autumn breeze outside the inn.

Her figure is delicate, and she is unusually thinly dressed, which makes her look even more fragile.

She was a little shy, so shy that she didn't dare to look him in the eyes when she spoke softly to Xiao Er.

This inn is located in the countryside, and most of the people who come are rough people, and few people with such delicate people stay here. Several guests at the table next to her couldn't help but look at the girl, the girl seemed to be a little afraid of life, just sitting there honestly, holding a glass of water that Xiao Er had just poured for her, she didn't dare to look around, let alone look back at the guests at the table next to her.

However, immediately afterwards, the guests at the table also seemed to be suddenly afraid of being shy and did not dare to look around. It's just that they have an extra copper coin on their desk, a copper coin that is inserted deep into the table.

The girl next to her was still sitting there peacefully, well-behaved, delicate, and timidly, as if everything that happened was none of her business.

None of the guests at this table knew where the coin came from. The shopkeeper saw it, but he wouldn't say. Because he knew that there were four kinds of people who traveled alone in the rivers and lakes that must not be provoked: the elderly, children, monks and nuns, and beggars.

Coincidentally, there is one in this inn.

Outside the inn, there was a sudden sound of chariots, and an elegant and simple carriage stopped at the door of the inn.

Outside the inn, some passers-by were looking at the carriage curiously. Although the exterior of this carriage is not luxurious, it is unusually atmospheric. The horses were hairy as ink, and only four horses were snow-white, and although they did not know what kind of horse they were, they knew at a glance that this must be such a good horse that was hard to find. However, such a good horse is not kept by the owner in the stable, but directly used to pull the cart, and I don't know what a big man the owner of this horse is.

The coachman stopped the carriage and walked into the inn.

There was a scar on his face, which cut from the left eyebrow through the eyelid to the bridge of his nose, and it was this scar that ruined his otherwise handsome appearance.

He walked in, didn't look at the shopkeeper, nor did he look at Xiao Er, but walked directly to the girl.

He didn't say anything, he just handed her a piece of paper with some pattern in his hand.

The girl took the paper and looked at it.

The coachman turned and walked away, and the maiden followed him, though she did not know him at all. She followed him, but because the pattern drawn on this piece of paper was the Huashan swordsmanship "Qingfeng Thirteen Styles".

Outside the inn, the girl hesitated for a moment, but finally boarded the carriage.

The carriage was not empty, and there was a noble son holding a folding fan in his hand, dressed in purple, and wearing a white hosta. A delicate and small incense burner was placed in the carriage, and when the girl opened the curtain and entered, the noble boy was placing a piece of freshly lit sandalwood in it.

A faint fragrance filled the entire carriage in a few breaths.

When the noble son noticed that someone had lifted the curtain of the car door, he smiled and said, "Please take a seat."

After the girl was seated, the carriage began to move again.

Qiao Heng "looked" at her, "Dare to ask if this girl's surname is Hua, is her name true?"

The girl raised her eyes and glanced at him quickly, then lowered her head a little embarrassedly, and said, "I am." ”

Qiao Heng closed the folding fan in his hand and said, "How fortunate I am to be able to meet the descendants of Hua Feifeng, the fourth generation head of Huashan, today." ”

Hua Zhenzhen pinched the sleeve of her shirt with her hand, and she asked, "Dare to ask where Gongzi got his swordsmanship?"

Qiao Heng was silent.

Hua Zhenzhen hung her head, her face was already full of embarrassment when she didn't get an answer, and a hint of water flashed in her eyes, which was really pitiful.

However, Qiao Heng couldn't see anything, so naturally he couldn't feel pity because of this.

Suddenly, she put her four fingers together and clasped straight at Qiao Heng's heart. The whole body retreated from the delicate and weak meaning, and the eyes were still clear, but they were as sharp as a sword.

Qiao Heng raised his left hand unhurriedly, and it seemed that he was only slightly blocking it with a folding fan, and he knocked Hua Zhenzhen's hand that was directly towards his heart crooked. This seems to be a fluttering dozen, but it directly dislocated Hua Zhenzhen's wrist.

Hua Zhenzhen's face turned pale, but he swept towards him with his legs without hesitation.

Qiao Heng restrained her unhurriedly and kept her from moving. He even said, "If you make any more trouble, I will remove the joints of your limbs." ”

Hua Zhenzhen's heart was full of anger,

Although she is the descendant of Hua Feifeng, the fourth generation head of Huashan, she is not a disciple of Huashan, she planned to go to Huashan in the next few days and return to the sect where her ancestors had stayed, but she never thought that someone would see someone here holding the "Qingfeng Thirteen Styles" that Huashan did not spread.

Now Huashan only recruits female disciples, where did he get this set of swordsmanship?!

The victory of Huashan swordsmanship is known to everyone in the rivers and lakes. In the past, there were also cases where some people with unscrupulous hearts tortured Huashan disciples to confess in order to seize Huashan's swordsmanship.

Or is it ......

Is it someone who violates the rules of the door and secretly teaches himself?

Although she is not currently a serious disciple of Huashan, she is the descendant of the real head of Huashan, and she has always regarded herself as a part of Huashan.

She looked at him sharply, and silently asked Qiao Heng where he got the Huashan "Qingfeng Thirteen Style" with her eyes.

Of course, Qiao Heng didn't give her an answer, or that reason, he couldn't see it.

Hua Zhenzhen could really feel that his hand was holding his neck lightly and heavily, he was obviously pinching her vital point, but inexplicably people felt that his movements were really gentle, and his tone of voice was gentle, if there were outsiders, they would definitely feel like the elder brother of which family was talking to his little sister.

It's just that his eyes are empty, his expression is cold, and his face is an undisguised indifference.

Hua Zhen really felt that she was about to go crazy, she didn't know who the other party was, and she didn't know what was going on today.

She didn't understand why the other party used the "Qingfeng Thirteen Style" to lure her into the carriage, and she didn't understand that as soon as she got into the carriage, she sensed a killing intent that seemed to be absent.

The only thing she could understand was that she was dying.

Qiao Heng seemed to sense the incomprehension in her heart, and he kindly explained: "Do you know...... You're going to kill me in the future. ”

Hua Zhen almost laughed out loud at this ridiculous answer, but she didn't laugh because she couldn't laugh at all.

Qiao Heng's cold fingers were placed on her neck, and he did not pinch Hua Zhenzhen's neck all at once, but gradually tightened, little by little, slowly, like a cat and mouse.

Hua Zhenzhen opened his eyes wide and stared at him deadly, as if he wanted to carve his figure into his bones, and he should not forget to be reincarnated.

She gradually lost her breath, her brain buzzed, and eventually, all her thoughts came to an abrupt halt.

She didn't die, she just fainted.

Qiao Heng also knew that she was not dead, but he let go of his hand at this time, and the fingers he put on her neck trembled imperceptibly.

He slowly withdrew his hand, and put his right hand, which was still pinching her neck, casually aside.

He seemed to have completely forgotten that he was not the only one in the carriage, and there was no expression on his face. He sat motionless in the carriage, like a cold sculpture.