"You're here for revenge?"

The girl with a hint of childishness in her eyebrows asked.

The voice is not as rough as the barbarians outside the Saiwai, but it is like a clear spring, which is particularly good.

Rao is Su Qingming couldn't help but look at her twice.

This kind of appearance is very different from the second terrifying killer in the Tuyao Wasteland.

Su Qingming retracted his gaze, looked at the woman who did not hide in the slightest, and asked, "When the guests come to the door, don't you bring them into the house to entertain?" ”

If you are familiar with Su Qing's temperament, you will definitely be stunned at this moment.

If he had come to avenge the previous siege, then he would not need any words now, and he would have slashed through with a sword.

If not, he wouldn't be here at all, let alone ask such seemingly small talk.

It's just that the woman has never been in contact with Su Qingming, so she didn't show this kind of surprise, seeing that he really didn't mean to make a move, she was slightly silent, said whatever you want, and walked into the village.

Su Qingming turned around and walked in with the girl with a posture of scrutiny.

The stockade was lined with countless simple wooden houses, and in the distance there were steep rocks, on which seven or eight children with wooden swords chased and played.

As the footsteps sounded, the villagers who had just entered the village and came and went looked at the outsider behind the girl with a slightly stunned gaze.

In this place, it is difficult to see such a clean and handsome young man, and at a glance he is a disciple of the family in the land south of the Yangtze River in Yuanzhou.

The next moment, as if thinking of something, everyone's eyes lit up, and several swarthy and fat middle-aged women wrapped in cloth toveins stretched out their thumbs to the girl.

Su Qingming glanced at it and confirmed that they were all ordinary mortals, so he withdrew his gaze.

In the depths of the stockade, there is a simple two-story attic made of mud and wooden pillars.

An old man who was blind walked out tremblingly with a cane, and said with a smile: "Little Wu, are you back?" ”

As soon as the words fell, the blind old man's face suddenly froze slightly, and he turned his head uncertainly: "You are ....."

Seeing that Su Qingming didn't mean to speak, the girl whispered, "He's a friend of mine." ”

The blind old man sighed, a smile appeared on his face, "Since it's Xiao Wu's friend who is a guest, then hurry up and invite in, don't slack off." ”

Su Qingming followed the girl to the second floor of the attic, stood by the window, and looked out of the dilapidated window.

Not far away is a small dense forest, the top of the forest gently swaying along the breeze, cool and brisk, like a poetic green sea.

Desolate outside, this beautiful scenery is very rare.

The girl did not speak, but sat quietly on the wooden table in the corner.

On the left side of the table, a large dilapidated bowl was covered with several plates of side dishes, as well as a teapot.

Gently boiled a pot of tea.

After a while, the blind old man handed over the boiling tea, poured half a cup into the teacup, and said with a smile: "This is the clear spring tea brewed by the unique tea leaves in the mountains, and please don't be surprised." ”

Su Qingming sat on the table opposite and took a sip and said, "Many years ago, I liked this kind of bitter tea in the mountains. ”

The old man is blind, but he often sees things and treats people more clearly than ordinary people, and said with a smile: "Xiao Wu learned a few tricks from the masters, so he will go out to travel a few times on weekdays, but I think it's just some three-legged cat kung fu, but if you offend the immortals, please bear with me." ”

In the old man's opinion, most of his granddaughters have caused some trouble, but a young girl is traveling, how big can the disaster be?

The girl sat aside, her eyebrows lowered, and she didn't react at all when she heard this, and her quiet appearance was like a well-behaved girl who had not left the cabinet.

"That's a big deal."

Hearing this, Su Qingming also shook his head, revealing a smile that was dismissed.

If he hadn't personally experienced the fierceness and ruthlessness of the woman's attack not long ago, he would have really believed it.

The speed that could make Su Qingming, who was in the Wandering Realm, feel surprised, how could he describe it with the word three-legged cat.

It's just that it seems that the villagers here don't know the girl's true heel habits.

"Xiao Wu has also grown up, if there is anything you can talk about, I will go down and get busy first."

After saying this, the old man stood up and walked down the attic with his crutches as he groped.

"It's a nice view, but they're all mortals."

Waiting for the old man to walk downstairs, Su Qingming looked at the subtle ripples of the tea leaves soaked in the water, and asked, "Why have you been living here?" ”

The girl looked at Su Qingming, supported her chin with her right hand, and said calmly: "There are still a few villages nearby, if I am not there, they will rob the water source and women here, and soon the entire village will be completely destroyed, and it will be desolate outside, but it is not in the deep mountains of the Tang Dynasty." ”

Su Qing meditated for a while, and found that there were women and children all the way, so he stopped talking.

"What are you here for, to threaten me?"

The girl suddenly raised her head, and her ink-like pupils stared at Su Qingming calmly and indifferently.

And it is precisely because the facial features are too stiff that even the questioning seems so wooden.

From beginning to end, she didn't ask Su Qingming why she found this place, because it was a meaningless thing.

And even if she found out that Su Qingming's body was seriously injured at the moment, she didn't have any idea of making a move.

Since he is here, it means that the more powerful being is not far away.

Then neither the murder nor the escape will be successful.

Killers never do anything that doesn't make any sense.

Since it won't succeed, it's fortunate that it has been quiet and silent.

What just made her puzzled was that even when she arrived at her house, she didn't find that Su Qingming had any other moves.

Su Qingming said calmly: "Who taught you the art of killing?" ”

The woman was silent for a moment, and then replied, "A man I don't know who is, he doesn't look old, but he should be very old. ”

"Why did he teach you this?" Su Qingming then asked.

"Because I said I wanted to live longer."

The fifth girl said indifferently: "He said that as long as you have the ability to kill more people, you can live here longer, so I learned this." ”

Su Qingming snorted, stood up and prepared to walk downstairs.

"What exactly do you want to do?" The girl frowned, revealing a puzzled expression.

"It's almost time, and I'm going back to the Dao Sect today."

Su Qingming turned his head and saw through the window a middle-aged Taoist in front of the dense forest appearing there.

"Hui Dao Sect?"

"Aren't you going to kill me?"

The girl tilted her head, her face full of bewilderment.

With the other party's temperament, he came all the way here just to ask a few words that are not salty or light?

"I asked about your situation for someone I once owed a favor to."

Su Qingming turned his head to look at her and said, "As for the relationship between you and me, you can't kill me, then there is no hatred." ”

...

The voice fell.

The girl was confused and stunned at first, and then seemed to think of something, and her face slowly became gloomy.

"Daoyan called you?"

She stood up, murderous intent surging.

In fact, the wooden and clean pupils slowly revealed a trace of fierce hatred, and the murderous aura was undisguised, but the whole aura seemed to be hidden into the darkness, full of extreme danger.

For a girl in her twenties to hear her name that can produce such a drastic change, the unforgettable sense of hatred is hard to believe that it is brought about by a moral Confucian gentleman.

Su Qingming didn't speak, just turned around and looked at the girl in front of her quietly.

The girl bowed her head slightly, was silent for a long time, and then pulled the corners of her mouth, and said without the slightest emotion: "Then remember to tell him that as long as I don't die, I will kill him with my own hands, and tell him to go to hell to make amends after death." ”

"He said two things before I left, one is that the Qingquan tea here is really good, and if you have the chance, you want me to try it, and bring some back by the way..... It seems that you don't want to, so forget it. ”

Looking at the sneering face of the fifth girl who clearly said the three words "you are dreaming", Su Qingming gently stretched out his hand, and the teacup on the table flew in the air, and he drank it all, and then said: "The second thing, Daoyan said.... If you want to kill him, you can naturally go to the light, he is waiting for you in the city, the imperial capital array and the door of morality can only be open to you, and guarantee with his life, no one can stop you, he is willing to die to apologize. ”

There was a look of extreme disdain in the woman's eyes, and she didn't even want to say anything.

A woman didn't even bother to refute, it can be said that she was completely dead-hearted.

Seeing this scene, Su Qingming didn't speak again, and disappeared into the attic with a wisp of breeze.

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