Xu Changan looked at the white-clothed swordsman named Su Qing, and Su Qing also looked at him, their eyes met, and even the air seemed to become hot.

A fiery red sword, a short knife glowing with cold light.

Su Qing pursed his scarlet lips, this action made him look a little demonic, as if he was like a person who sucked human blood.

Veteran knives don't come out first, especially short knives. As the old saying goes, "An inch is long, an inch is strong." But this short knife does the opposite, and the requirements for the knife user are also very high.

People who use short knives are generally agile and elegant, and they want to find the opponent's weakness in the moment of sword flint after others have made a sword or sword, and use their agile and elegant body skills to deceive themselves and defeat their opponents.

The long knife is like a tiger descending from the mountain, and the short knife is like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole.

The truth that everyone who practices martial arts in the world knows.

The short knife focuses on flexibility and changeability, and when fighting with others, see the opportunity and hit it with one hit.

But this Su Qing's short knife was very different, opening and closing, as if what he was holding was not a short knife, but a giant sword.

The sound of swords intersecting was endless, and both of them rose into the air, Su Qing's short knife moved with him, like a graceful dancer on the tip of a sword, the long sword was only an inch or two away from his body every time, but he was at ease and did not panic at all.

He tapped the tip of the sword on his toes, then jumped high, grasped the short knife with both hands, raised it above his head, and slashed down with a sword aura.

Xu Chang'an was short, his long sword resisted the sword, and his feet were stiff at the lower limit.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and smiled.

"I heard a lame man say before that the short knife in the world, except for Qi Fengjia, an outcast who came out of the Confucius Temple back then, the rest are not on the stage, and they are petty and childish. Today, it seems that your short knife is magnificent and magnificent, except for Mr. Qi Fengjia, over time, you will have the most short knife in the world. ”

Xu Changan was aggrieved by Fan Busu recently, how could he be afraid when he met such a good opponent today?

He wants to let out all the breath he has been holding back in the past few days.

"I have a sword, and I won't lose your short sword!

Xu Changan slowly raised the heavy sword and slowly stepped forward, with each step, there was a faint sound of wind and thunder.

Xu Chang'an's long sword crossed his chest and swept forward, like a thunderclap on the ground, and a grand sword qi swept over.

With Xu Changan's slow moves, Su Qing was originally able to dodge lightly. But the dignity of being a swordsman, especially after Xu Changan mentioned that name, he chose to regret it!

Su Qing took a few steps back and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Good swordsmanship! I have heard that there is a mountain in the south, called Tiejian Mountain. Su Qing didn't finish speaking, staring at Xu Changan's face.

Xu Changan remembered the lame's advice and told him not to think of other sect disciples.

He shook his head, made up his mind to confuse the swordsman's audio-visual experience, and smiled: "Then look at my sword, where does it come from?"

After saying that, the burn was quietly suspended in front of Xu Changan's body, Xu Changan pinched the sword trick in his hand, flicked it to both sides, and suddenly four or five burns appeared around him, rotating around him.

"Imperial Sword Technique?" Su Qing was a little surprised, he had received Xu Chang'an's sword before, and he didn't dare to hold it up at this time, the short knife was crossed, and he stood sideways, ready to attack.

Xu Changan's head was dizzy, and the sword shadows around him were unstable, and he was about to fall.

As soon as his chest was cold, a strange power came from the jade pendant on his chest, and Xu Changan's spirit was shocked!

Xiaobai, who was not far away with Chai Xintong and the others who came slowly, was restless at that moment, stretching his neck and howling!

Seeing this, Chai Xintong and the others immediately sped up.

"Edgeworth!"

"Haoran righteousness!"

With two loud shouts, the sword light and the sword shadow collided with each other, stirring up a string of firelight. Eventually, the swords intersected and held each other.

Xu Changan held back his strength, his face turned red, and Su Qing's face became more and more pale.

"That's enough!" a crisp sound sounded, and a knife broke in two, and finally fell to the ground.

The knife is naturally not Su Qing's.

Wang Xiaoming, who was covered in blood, stood up, there was still a lot of grass in his mouth, his eyes were red, and he was terribly swollen.

"You're enough!" he didn't know where the strength came from at this time, and he desperately pulled at his hair, and a trace of blood oozed from his scalp.

"Uncle Zheng is dead, Uncle Zheng is dead!" Wang Xiaoming was hysterical, looking like crazy. There was a cry in his voice, and tears fell down in big drops.

"Such a good person, just gone, he died in front of me, lying on top of me, as if he was asleep. His voice suddenly became soft again.

"When he was really dead, he held me as if he were asleep. ”

"I slept very soundly, very deeply. Wang Xiaoming's eyes were blank and he tilted his head to the sky.

Xu Changan and Su Qing stroked their chests, wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths, and looked at Wang Xiaoming who was standing in the middle.

He suddenly became irritable again and walked towards Su Qing.

The weak Su Qing immediately became vigilant, but unfortunately, Wang Xiaoming was like a wild wolf at this time, and he couldn't raise any strength.

Wang Xiaoming grabbed Su Qing's collar.

"Didn't you want to kill me? Didn't you say I was a bad person? Come on, stab me in the heart with your dagger. ”

He tried hard to lift Su Qing's hand holding the knife, but he couldn't lift it.

In the end, he chose to give up, shook off Su Qing's hand, and fell to the ground crying.

"You know, Uncle Zheng is the best for me. ”

"I haven't seen my father, and I haven't seen my mother. The old hunter took me home, but he kept me like a beast. Only Uncle Zheng, an honest person, held me in the palm of his hand and made me feel the warmth of this world. ”

"When I hurt someone, he saves him, when I suck blood, he gives me the blood of cattle and sheep, when I am sick, he is more anxious than me, and he carries me everywhere to seek medical treatment. ”

His voice suddenly weakened again: "Such a good person, how can you say that it is gone!"

Su Qing suddenly felt as if this blood-sucking teenager was also a poor person, and the Central Plains people were really complicated.

He suddenly remembered what the man who had taught him swordsmanship had said.

"The poor must have something to hate, and vice versa, and the hateful must have something to be pitiful, and human nature is good, and no one is born a devil. ”

He sighed and quietly tucked the knife back to his waist.

Xu Changan opened his mouth and wanted to persuade him, but he didn't know what to persuade.

They have seen Uncle Zheng, who is an honest and responsible person, a person who is desperate for Wang Xiaoming, if it weren't for Wang Xiaoming, maybe he was still farming on a certain mountain, and there were a lot of cattle and sheep in the pen.

If a wicked person dies unexpectedly, he must be happy with his palm, but an old man who is so kind that his heart dies unexpectedly that he really doesn't know how to persuade him.

Wang Xiaoming's cry came from the audience.

He took out a bamboo flute from his arms, Xu Changan recognized that this was made by Zheng Bo in the bamboo forest a few days ago, Zheng Bo naively thought that he could live a peaceful and stable life when he arrived at the Confucius Temple, so he happily made a bamboo flute and handed it to Wang Xiaoming.

At that time, Wang Xiaoming didn't even look at it, and directly threw the bamboo flute on the ground.

Coaxing children's things, when he Wang Xiaoming is still a child?

Wang Xiaoming has never learned to play the bamboo flute, but this time, he played it very seriously.

Chai Xintong and others rushed over and saw Wang Xiaoming sitting on the ground from a distance, blowing the bamboo flute seriously.

Xiao Sheng is not good, but no one wants to interrupt this scene.

Wang Xiaoming finished playing an unknown song intermittently, a bit like a shepherd song in the mountains.

With a sad expression, he stood up and walked in front of Xu Changan.

"I know you don't have any bad intentions, you just want to use me to enter the mound. An ugly smile appeared on his face.

took out a book from his arms and threw it to Xu Changan.

"Uncle Zheng is gone, no matter how big the opportunity is given to me, it is useless, and Uncle Zheng will not come back. He said lightly, with a hint of relief in his words.

"The secret method you want is in the book, and the opening method you want is also in the book, as for the blood wolf jade, I don't want to care. ”

"I know you're a good guy too. He said lightly towards Su Qing.

After finishing speaking, he took out the box he had been holding in his arms.

"Uncle Zheng, I'm so tired. He said softly.

With one palm, he hit his dantian, and his cultivation was completely destroyed.

One finger, poking his own eyes and blinding both eyes.

Xu Changan was shocked, but it was too late to stop it.

"I've been miserable all my life, and I want to live the next few days in peace, and I don't want to pay attention to any things in the rivers and lakes, let alone watch them. Wang Xiaoming said lightly.

"Wang Xiaoming. Chai Xintong couldn't help but shout.

The young man who was bleeding in his pupils turned his head and smiled: "I won't be surnamed Wang in the future, I believe in Zheng." After saying that, he groped his way away.

On this day, there was a young couple in the alley not far from Dechun Building, the man was blind and the woman was very delicate.

They make a living selling tofu, men don't talk much, they always like to play the bamboo flute, and there are often a group of children sitting quietly listening to him play. The woman didn't say much, and she always had a faint smile on her face.

Also on this day, the little peach that appeared on the red list of Dechun Lou also disappeared.

"Why are you willing to take care of me as a blind man, don't you know that what I gave you in the first place was fake?" the man asked faintly.

The woman did not speak, with a faint smile on her face, and leaned on the man's shoulder.

"In the future, we will have two children, one is called Zheng Ping and the other is Zheng An, okay?" The woman did not answer his question, but said lightly, she did not have much culture, but after all, she knew the meaning of the word "peace".

The man smiled and nodded yes.

......

A group of men in black tore off their masks, walked up to the man in fancy clothes, and knelt down.

"Your Royal Highness, we went to arrest that Wang Xiaoming, but I didn't expect an old man to rush out and block us with death, so ......"

The second prince slapped the table and said angrily: "What about the corpse?"

The man in black bowed his head.

"Rolled down the mountain with Wang Xiaoming, and when we arrived, they were all gone. ”

The second prince kicked the man in black fiercely: "Waste!"

Coincidentally, a woman came in, bowed her head and attached herself to the second prince's ear.

The second prince's face finally looked better.

"Get out!"

When the man in black heard this, he crawled out and rolled out.

"The Confucius Temple is also considered my royal institution, there is no difference between them and mine?" the second prince smiled faintly.

"Then Wang Xiaoming wants to?" the woman made a gesture of wiping her neck.

"No, waste one, don't waste energy. ”