The sky was full of stars, gradually moving westward, the streets and alleys were deserted, and occasionally one or two dog barks from far away, which seemed more and more silent in the night.

Jing Qi dressed in black and walked calmly towards the Sendai County Government, he heard the sleeping breathing of the residents on the street, heard the melodious sound of the watch across a dozen streets and alleys, and heard the slight whimper of the cold wind through the old brick wall, which was the earnest whisper of Sendai Castle at night, these voices were all collected by Jing Qi in his ears, accompanied by his breathing and steps.

Jing Qi found himself talking to the whole city, which was a wonderful feeling, just like when he was fighting, he and the Pu knife in his hand were perfectly integrated.

Ordinary practitioners meditate and become enlightened in the mountains and forests with strong vitality, or in the quiet places of the sects far away from the towns, but Jing Qi is enlightened in the densely populated streets and alleys, walking calmly, but even he does not know it, and this feeling is the beginning of embarking on the path of cultivation.

The straight Pu knife is tied diagonally to the side, others are tied to the sword at the waist, he is tied to the knife, this special straight Pu knife, very ordinary, not an ancestral treasure knife, let alone a peerless magic weapon, just an ordinary stainless steel simple knife.

In more than ten years, Jing Qiyi has used four knives, this is the fourth, the four knives are bent from light and thin, and slowly become thick and straight, until this one, three feet and three inches long straight blade, oblique knife tip, there are two deep blood grooves on the knife body made of stainless steel, the blade is very thin, but the back of the knife is suddenly thickened, the weight of this Pu knife is enough to be dozens of times that of ordinary Pu knife.

There are many divine weapons circulating in the rivers and lakes, and with Jing Qi's status, he can easily get a few, but he thinks that instead of bothering to find a good knife, it is better to polish a knife of his own.

Therefore, every used knife is forged by Jing Qi's own hands, thick and thin, light and heavy, long and short, fast and slow, wide and narrow, Jing Qi put his understanding of the way of the knife, accompanied by fire and cold water, quenched in this fine steel. This knife has been used for ten years, and from this knife, Jing Qi feels that he no longer needs to forge the knife.

Because it was a nocturnal walk, the straight and simple knife was encased in a black linen, and it would not reflect a single light.

Soon came to the front of the county government, the wind lantern was hanging high, there was no one around, Jing Qi jumped lightly, his right foot on the wall slightly borrowed strength, and fluttered over the stone wall more than a zhang high.

The government is very vast, with a total of ninety-nine rooms, in addition to the county government staff, there are also countless soldiers, miscellaneous servants, and even the Broken Sword Society has invited a lot of money to worship, Jing Qi needs to be extra careful to get to the side room where the coachman is located.

The corridor is tortuous, and it is far away when you walk, but it has the advantage of hiding your body, there is no moon in the dark night, and Jing Qi is close to the side room.

In the night when he couldn't see his five fingers, four bright dots suddenly appeared, Jing Qi had already taken precautions, his right hand trembled slightly, the black darts went silently, and the two fierce dogs had no chance to make a sound and collapsed on the ground.

Jing Qi moved in the night, seemingly calm and calm, casually, but perfectly dodged the guards in the dark, at the end of the corridor is a few old plums, not yet the flowering season, the twists and turns of the branches in the night like the minions of the ghost, Jing Qi suddenly stopped under the dark and dense branches.

A moment later, the door of a room opened, and a bright light illuminated a corner of the courtyard, and two men came out of the house, and the young man named the coachman was among them.

"Brother Che is better to be careful, Jiudaomen is already an enraged mad dog, the dog jumps over the wall in a hurry, and they do everything. One of them, wearing a scarf, had a slightly old voice.

"Brother Fan, the older the rivers and lakes, the less courageous he is, that Jing Qi is not even considered enlightened, even if my coachman does not move and lets him cut me three times, he can't hurt me in the slightest. The driver looked disdainful.

Fan Yi is a hall master of the Broken Knife Society, and he came to the county government today to report on the rebellion of the displaced people in the Jin Palace, because he drank a few more glasses, and everyone left a little late.

He was quite disdainful in his heart, it was rumored that on that day, Jing Qi fought with him for an hour with a knife on the barren grass mat in the southern suburbs, and he didn't take much advantage, but he blew big words here. The young man in front of him claimed to be a master of cultivation, and with his identity as a helper, he ignored many brothers.

Thinking like this in his heart, a smile appeared on his face: "That's it, Brother Che's cultivation, the brothers in the gang, there is no one who is unconvinced." ”

"Brother Fan, don't send it. The coachman stood in the light under the eaves, and bowed his hand slightly, unwilling to take another step.

The arrogant hospitality of the young man is also the reason why the brothers don't like it, Fan Yi turned around, the smile on his face was gone, and the "Brother Che, stay" that had already reached his lips became "Brother Che, take care." ”

Fan Yi walked less than ten steps away, and a black shadow that blended with the night suddenly appeared in the bright light of the open door.

The coachman didn't expect to see this cold face in such a situation, but in an instant, the long sword in his hand swung towards Jing Qi's neck.

The long sword was still a foot away from Jing Qi's neck, and a white light suddenly lit up in the dark night, and it flashed away.

The coachman suddenly discovered that if he didn't change his moves, his armpit would be pierced by the Pak knife before the blade reached the opponent's neck.

Hastily changed his moves, and under the urging of Zhenyuan, the long sword was as fast as a snake in the night, shaking several times, and went straight to Jing Qi's chest.

In the bright white light emitted from the room, Jing Qi's figure was naturally on the side, and the sword qi was empty, suddenly urging his long hair to rise, leaving scattered shadows on the ground.

The white light rose again, and the coachman felt a cold wind rolling up under the block, and halfway through the sword, he had to change his tricks again, no longer pursuing a sword to kill, and pushed Jing Qi's abdomen from the bottom up.

Hiss...... , a soft sound, reflecting the bright light in the room, burst out of a black mist, which was a fine bloodshot.

The coachman's eyes were full of horror, staring at Xu Feng, who was standing in a slim manner, and he wanted to reach out to cover the blood on his neck, but before his hand was raised to his chest, his body suddenly fell, and the bright light in the house was unblocked, and the front of the door was suddenly bright.

"Three knives. ”

Jing Qi said calmly, the light spilling out from around his body, casting huge shadows in the courtyard.

All this happened between the lightning and flint, and Fan Yi, who was standing in the courtyard, didn't have time to make a move, and was stunned.

He saw the light flickering on and off, and two figures, quickly and silently making a few movements, like a silent dance, and then the coachman died.

Jing Qi turned around, calmly looked at the stunned Fan Yi, slowly wrapped the bleeding abdomen a few times with a black cloth, and acted as calmly as dressing in the morning, before taking out an orange from his sleeve and gently throwing it on the coachman's corpse.

There was already a noise in the county government compound, and probably some soldiers were rushing towards this place, and Jing Qi calmly walked in the direction of the gate.

When he passed by Fan Yi's side, he reminded softly: "Don't go quickly." ”

Fan Yi woke up suddenly, and found that the palm of the hand holding the knife was covered with sweat, until the long figure calmly disappeared into the night, and he never dared to pull out the saber.