Shi Huaidie felt as if she was dreaming.

From the vague memory of his childhood sweetheart, to practicing martial arts with his master, and leaving his hometown.

When the master died tragically in the sect competition, he was exiled in the rivers and lakes, relying on a little adventure and natural means, constantly left and right, and slowly practiced martial arts, until he killed a wild Taoist priest at one time, and took the opportunity to meet that nobleman.

Although she didn't know anything about that nobleman, the nobleman said that he could give her something she had been thinking about for a long time, and that thing was also the cause of her master's death, and she had no way to refuse.

Fish intestines.

And power.

Without hesitation, she took the sword.

Then he practiced and killed people day after day, at the cost of never setting foot in the grandmaster in this life, Shi Huaidie, who was already one in a million in talent and talent, became a first-class master in the rivers and lakes at the age of thirty-one.

I don't know how much blood of good or evil people has been drunk.

But she was the only one left.

The rest of the companions are all recruited masters of the rivers and lakes, or shady, or vicious, only wary of each other, and there is no friendship at all.

Even she herself is like a poison that kills her at night.

Only by cultivating with secret techniques, the 'Iron Floating Slaughter' Juque, whose sanity is not as good as ordinary people, is more like a person.

The nine-foot-tall man was a god-killing figure when he held his sword, but when he put down his sword, he looked like a child, just silently looking at the sky.

Breaking the rough palms of the necks of I don't know how many people, but being able to gently caress the stray cats and dogs on the street, she would occasionally lean against the door, looking at the half-crouched 'Iron Float' feeding the cats and dogs, bored thinking about what it looked like under that mask.

But the 'Iron Float' died, and the fish intestine sword was broken.

Shi Huaidie's eyes reappeared in front of the handsome and lazy young man with a lazy smile, standing with his hands in his hands, his face was very good, but in her eyes, it seemed to be the end of everything, and every move was as deep as the abyss.

The man was on his fingers.

The fish intestine sword in his hand shattered, turned into powder and poured out of his hand, Shi Huaidie stood in the darkness blankly, and the surrounding heaven and earth seemed to disappear with the collapse of the fish intestine sword, turning into nothing.

The young man who was so angry had already appeared one step ahead of him.

The right hand is raised, and the index finger is lightly touched to the center of her eyebrows.

This finger seems to be the center of the world, attracting all the streamers.

Shi Huaidie opened her eyes suddenly, her face was even pale, her breathing was short, her breath was uncertain, and her last memory was frozen in Hongluoyu's fingers at the center of her eyebrows, which felt slightly cool as jade, and then there was endless darkness and dead silence.

But then she reflected, and stepped back with great vigilance, raised her right hand, wiped it from her waist, and there was already an extra short sword, which was very similar in shape to the fish intestine sword, although it was not as good as the latter, as one of the top ten famous swords, it had its own spiritual charm, and it was also a very powerful weapon.

With the sword in hand, there is a bit of stability in my heart.

Shi Huaidie looked around vigilantly.

She remembered that before she 'died', she was in a dead wood forest that was preparing for an ambush, but now it was as if she was in a bustling city, with people coming and going, children, women, chivalrous people, and pawns and pulp sellers who came and went.

But her gaze fell uncontrollably on a tea shop.

Next to the clean table, there was a scribe, dressed in a green shirt, who couldn't tell his age at all, his wide robe was rolled, and he drank tea at will, as if the world around him had faded in color, and the sound of people talking seemed to be far away from here, revealing a feeling of uneasiness in people's hearts.

Shi Huaidie's breathing slowed.

She slowly stepped back, hoping to get out of the place without attracting the other person's attention, and then find a way to figure out what had happened to her, no matter what, she had no intention of fighting at this point.

But Shi Huaidie had just taken three steps back, and his movements stiffened slightly.

The woman's eyes contracted slightly, and she looked ahead.

The flag of the tea shop was swaggering, and the sleeve robe of the green-shirted scribe brushed the table, and there was an extra sword on it, the blade was no more than two feet and an inch, shorter than ordinary weapons, only slightly longer than a dagger, but the edge of the blade carried a piercing chill.

The whole body is ink-colored, and the hilt of the sword has the dragon finch pattern of the Xia Dynasty, which is simple and clumsy.

There was a faint flash of light on the blade.

Shi Huaidie's expression changed slightly, and she subconsciously held her breath.

She was already very familiar with this sword, and the spirit on it rose up, and it seemed to be more powerful than the one in her hand, obviously not a fake, she just glanced at it, and then she couldn't move her footsteps, just stood in the middle of the crowd.

People came and went, but it seemed to be just illusory, and they didn't react because of Shi Huaidie's movements.

The scribe's fingers tapped lightly on the blade of the sword.

The sound of the sword sound was so subtle that it was almost imperceptible, but it made Shi Huaidie's body tremble slightly, and a fierce desire rose in his heart, colliding with the thought of wanting to leave here immediately, struggling, and gradually gaining the upper hand.

The scribe of the tea shop raised his hand to drink tea, but did not look at her.

His expression was pale and he whispered.

The voice seemed to have been soaked in the cold spring, infected with the chill of winter, only ringing in Shi Huaidie's ears, but it destroyed the defense line in her heart in an instant.

"I'm real."

……………………………………

About three hundred miles north of the place where Jiuzi is in retreat, there is a county seat.

Wang Anfeng and his entourage stopped a carriage on the road, and Yu Chi Gongzi was very arrogant, and directly threw out the silver to wrap up the somewhat dilapidated carriage.

The owner of the carriage was a delivery person to the city, and all the mountain goods in the cart were directly poured on the side of the road, and the cart was vacant, and the weak legs and stomach of Yu Chi Gongzi stepped into the car first and sat down in Lu Baiping's eyes like garbage.

The mountain goods were also worth some price, but the owner of the carriage also knew that the latter could not be offended, not to mention that the silver had far exceeded the price of those mountain goods, although he was very distressed in his heart, he didn't say anything.

Swinging the horsewhip, the squeaky carriage followed the official road and headed for the county seat.

Wang Anfeng sat on the left side, a little distracted, not knowing what he was thinking.

Gong Yu walked up to him and sat down, paused, and said:

"Wine is free in the seniors, and I haven't lived in that yard for about a long time."

Wang Anfeng nodded and did not speak.

This was also the reason why he had decided to leave immediately, if Jiu Zizi was indeed still in that courtyard, or had recently lived in this courtyard for a while, no one would dare to ambush them here.

However, when he left Qingfeng Jie, Zhu Ling told him more than this, in addition, there were several ways to contact Jiu Zizi, and going to this secluded courtyard was just the easiest way.

It's close after all.

Who would have thought that such a stubble would occur? If it weren't for Hong Luoyu's appearance, the best outcome for their group would be that he and Gong Yu would have escaped with their lives, and the rest of them would have to be lost there.

Is it White Tiger Hall? Or the Four Elephant Pavilion?

Wang Anfeng can imagine that he will take action against himself, and he also has the ability to take this kind of battle, and there are only these two secret organizations that ordinary people in the rivers and lakes don't know anything about, but if they are really these two forces, how will they know their whereabouts?

Is there a traitor on the Blue Edge solution?

Wang Anfeng almost subconsciously had such a thought in his mind, and then dispelled this thought.

The Great Elder knew the Gu Dao people and would not do such a thing.

What's more, in this group of people, whether it is Gong Yu or Lin Qiaofu, there is no doubt that Qing Fengjie is the pillar of the next generation, and the murderous aura just now is genuine, regardless of whether it is him or Gong Yu, and the fish intestine sword master directly uses Lin Qiaofu as a hostage bait.

He didn't feel that he was so noble that Qing Fengjie would be put to death at the expense of the next generation of disciples.

The thoughts in his heart were chaotic for a while, and he couldn't think clearly, Wang Anfeng sighed and stopped thinking nonsense.

Gong Yu just sat next to him, quietly looking at the scenery around him.

A period of time has passed since the New Year's Festival, and there are a lot of pedestrians on the official road, but it can't be considered many, most of them are young people in a hurry, Wang Anfeng's eyes swept from the official road, but he was slightly stunned, and some curiosity rose in his eyes.

On the left side of the wagon, there was a donkey cart that was not much sturdy, and it walked forward unhurriedly.

The car was full of things, and there was a flag, which was dusty, and the word 'liquor store' could be recognized, apparently to open shops on both sides of the official road, sell some liquor to passers-by, and earn some money.

But now there is still some time before noon, but this wine shop has already packed up its things, these wine shops are often run by residents of the surrounding towns, but looking at the current situation, it is also going in the direction of the county seat, I don't know what is going on.

In the back of the car sat a young man in his twenties, who took off his coat and wrapped himself in his arms, and he was only wearing a white undershirt with a jade pendant hanging from his waist.

As if sensing Wang Anfeng's gaze, the young man raised his head, was stunned for a moment, and then nodded and smiled at Wang Anfeng rather kindly.

Wang Anfeng nodded slightly and returned the salute.

Even if the carriage was a horse-drawn carriage, it was much faster than the donkey cart, and it quickly caught up, Wang Anfeng looked at the little girl who was tightly wrapped in the arms of the young man, worried about being blown by the cold wind, and smiled at the young man:

"Very cute little girl......"

The young man smiled angrily and said:

"I think so too."

Then he gently scraped the little girl's cheek and said:

"Say, thank you......"

The little girl was only four or five years old, and her words were a little unclear, but she was still very obedient and thanked.

The carriage continued forward, crossed the donkey cart, and headed along the official road in the direction of the county seat.

Wang Anfeng retracted his gaze and looked ahead.

On the donkey cart behind him, the young man was still smiling.

PS: Today's second update is presented............

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