The world was surrounded by a red glow.

The soft moonlight flowing in the night, the tinkling of the stream, the quiet bridge, the streets and the horse-drawn carriages are all burning.

The angry cries and shouts of the scurrying knights were mixed with the sound of swords and swords, and the bright red that burst into the sky stained the night sky an ominous color of blood.

The sword-wielding boy was not confused, and the closed-loop thinking always made him believe that he was on the right path, but the more and more blood on the sword was like rust, making the sharp sword in his hand dull.

The torches that had fallen to the ground were a dazzling red color mixed with blood and other things, and he could see that he was stained with the same color by the reflection of the stream.

His wounded arm prevented him from drawing his sword, and his bleeding legs no longer seemed to be able to run any longer, and he looked up, the moonlight above his head was still cold, and the distant detachment seemed to mock his indiscretion.

The boy's refocused eyes could already see the second group of people rushing up, their faces as if they had been twisted beasts, their fangs full of murderous intent in their expressions of anger and hatred.

He stopped, and in fact he had no strength to resist any longer, and in the backlight of the flames and blood, he noticed a figure rapidly approaching him.

It was a woman who was a little too young, her eyes were full of worry, so clear that there was not a trace of impurities, and only herself was reflected in her eyes.

The young man smiled slightly bitterly: "Little girl."

That night, the Holy Maiden of the Xuantian Sect and the inner disciple of the Qingcheng Sect, Tianquan, slaughtered all the chivalrous guests from all over the world, and for a while, the rivers and lakes shook.

Tianquan woke up from his sleep, and in front of him was a strange wooden house, lying on a small bed that was still very rudimentary, even if it had been carefully arranged.

The white cloth wrapped around his arm, the pain coming from it, made Tianquan realize that everything in his dream was not just his delusion.

Listening to the few insect chirpings in his ears, and the smell of the earth after the rain seemed to be on the tip of his nose, Tianquan finally remembered where he was after a short period of distraction.

After the First Battle of the Eastern Capital, Qian Xiaoxiao crossed the Yellow River with his injured self all the way to the north, and they went incognito all the way, and finally stopped in this village.

The reason for stopping is not that it is safe at this time, but that Tianquan is not as close to Qian Xiaoxiao as the top of the rivers and lakes in martial arts, and the brutal chaotic battle, as well as the continuous pursuit in the follow-up, have almost pushed the young man's body to the limit.

The village has no name, and there are chrysanthemums blooming all over the village, as if you are in a sea of golden clouds as far as the eye can see.

Qian Xiaoxiao took Tianquan to take refuge here, or rather, the current state of the two is more like a seclusion, they seem to have forgotten the ups and downs on the rivers and lakes, and are just greedily enjoying the beautiful peace of this moment.

Only occasionally Tianquan would have such uneasy dreams, and after waking up, this worry lingered again, and there was always a haze shrouded in blood in his heart, so that he could not enjoy everything in front of him with peace of mind.

The day after she came to the village, she quietly hid the black robe stained with blood and hatred, and faced life with a new attitude.

But the beauty in front of them is fragile after all, and the unsolvable heavenly poisonous cry on Tianquan's body is a sharp sword hanging above their heads, and Qian Xiaoxiao can't hide here for a lifetime.

And outside this village, the rivers and lakes have completely fried the pot because of what the two of them have done.

Since joining the Xuantian Sect, whether it is to save Tianquan's life, or because he has cultivated the Shadow Technique, he has become indifferent, Qian Xiaoxiao has killed many people.

She has the blood of righteousness on her hands, and there is more than one family, it can be said that in just over a year, from south to north, from east to west, almost all the famous and surnamed forces on the rivers and lakes have a little holiday with her.

Some of them are even blood feuds, and Wuyue doesn't need to be mentioned, such as Kunlun, Emei, Wudang, Shaolin, etc., almost all of these first-class sectarians died in Qian Xiaoxiao's hands.

The siege in the eastern capital is just the beginning, it can be regarded as a foreshadowing of throwing bricks and attracting jade, Tianquan, a disciple of the Qingcheng faction and the saint of the Xuantian Sect, are not clear, everyone gave Yushu real face, and did not kill him at the first time.

But their forbearance, in exchange for the unscrupulous humiliation of these two people, the knights who participated in the battle of the Eastern Capital, all of them were killed at the hands of the two, and it was a slap in the face of all factions in the rivers and lakes.

If someone dies, naturally who will be responsible for this, Tianquan of the Qingcheng faction is the best candidate, and he said that in the middle of the door, the attitude of denouncing Yushu Zhenren at this moment is very intense.

Wudang Fengshan does not participate in the affairs of the rivers and lakes, Kunlun is afraid of the friendship between the two factions, and he did not speak out immediately, but Emei does not have those scruples, Su Xiuxiu immediately notified the Qingcheng faction to hand over Tianquan, otherwise they will do it themselves.

Yushu Zhenren is in a dilemma, he knows that although his disciples value love and righteousness, they are by no means people who do not distinguish between right and wrong, and he can't teach innocent disciples who kill innocent disciples indiscriminately.

I have to say that Yushu Zhenren's accuracy of seeing people is worthy of his name, Tianquan has indeed never made a dead hand, even in the battle of the Eastern Capital, he even comprehended the strongest fractal sword of the sword technique by chance.

Although he had a sharp weapon of slaughter, Tianquan remembered the teachings of his master, and he did not kill a single person indiscriminately, at most he just beat them to the point where they lost the ability to fight back.

It is precisely because of this mercy that Tianquan, whose martial arts have obviously been elevated, is still defeated in the siege of everyone, if it weren't for Qian Xiaoxiao's rescue, probably this matter would have been troubled by the Qingcheng faction.

And although Qian Xiaoxiao has no scruples, her eyes are full of heavenly springs, and she only cares about saving the other party, where is there any extra mind to kill a few more people.

Since Tianquan didn't kill anyone, and Qian Xiaoxiao didn't kill them all, the only one who could do it was naturally the third person who was outside the battle.

Huangfu Xiaoyuan unceremoniously took people, and harvested all these knights who had fought a vicious battle, and the life brocade guards were accepted, and they thanked them for this notoriety, so they returned it to Tianquan and Qian Xiaoxiao.

It stands to reason that there is actually a fourth force in the Eastern Capital, that is, Mrs. Shangguan, who recently led many masters to save people for thousands of miles, Le Zhili.

However, long before the start of the Battle of the Eastern Capital, Ying Wuxian went to the door to discuss the matter with the people of the Shangguan family.

"My cousin and Wen Daxia are not here, Mr. Shangguan is so generous, it really opens my eyes." Ying Wuxian came up and opened his mouth as soon as he spoke, and the master surnamed Lin, who was in charge of the reception, was speechless.

"My lord laughed." The ugliness of the family is publicized, and they can't hold their faces, but considering the identity of the other party, let's put up with it.

After Ying Wuxian smiled, he immediately went straight to the point: "Yushu Zhenren is coming, in fact, this old boy is quite boring, if the young man doesn't hit his head and bleeds, how can he grow up, does he think he can protect his precious disciple under his wings for the rest of his life?" ”

A little surprise flashed in the eyes of Shangguan's master surnamed Lin, and then he said in a deep voice: "The fledgling always has to learn how to fly by itself, Yushu Zhenren protects it too much, and it is also a kind of harm, and the Shangguan family can't bear to destroy the kindness of such a woman." ”

Ying Wuxian smiled even more on his face: "Sure enough, it is convenient to talk to smart people, but Your Excellency can make decisions for my cousin?" ”

The master surnamed Lin was silent for a moment, and said: "I am quite trusted by the head of the family, and this time I came to the Eastern Capital, it is the responsibility of assistance, just to explain it, presumably Mrs. will not object." ”

(End of chapter)