Shen Qingqiu still remembers.

He and Di Weitai were buddies in the restaurant, doing odd jobs.

Di Weitai was always very envious of the arrest in those imperial palaces.

Shen Qingqiu was also very envious.

not only envy their handsome and handsome official clothes.

They also envy the wide-faced long knives they wear.

And.

A red heart that punishes the evil and helps the weak, and supports justice.

At that time, the most famous catcher in the imperial city was called Ximen Justice.

People all over the world call it Simon Divine Hunting.

The world's fast fishing is naturally based on this.

Only Di Weitai knew that Shen Qingqiu really became a catcher later.

Although only in that small place.

But this catch fast is catch fast.

The shopkeeper of the restaurant who used to shout at himself couldn't stop nodding his head when he saw himself.

It's just that Shen Qing's autumn equinox is very light.

They don't respect themselves as a person, but the skin they wear.

It's a very quiet, peaceful place.

It is much quieter than Jingping Town at the foot of the Nabo Ancient Building.

In the past, when Shen Qingqiu was a buddy in the restaurant, he knew half of the people.

Now I'm a fast catcher, but I've got to know the other half of the person.

But there is always a time when the peace is broken.

Everywhere is no exception.

Tonight's peace was broken by an old man in blue from outside.

When Shen Qingqiu kicked away the room where the old man in blue was.

He triumphantly used his best strength.

It was a scene he had rehearsed in his mind countless times.

He kicked open the door handsomely and arrested the key culprit inside.

So now I use it, and I am very proficient.

It's as if it's happened countless times.

"Why don't outsiders report their household registration and name to the government?"

Shen Qingqiu asked angrily.

But when he saw two bloodstained and cold corpses lying in the room, his legs couldn't help but weaken.

He at this time.

Martial arts cultivation is just a small human teacher.

People and teachers arrive in all directions.

But he had never seen blood, nor had he seen a dead man.

The old man in blue didn't look back, still busy with his own business.

Shen Qingqiu pulled out the knife with a loud bang.

Now the only thing that can give him courage is the knife in his hand.

"You're a local catcher?"

The old man in blue heard the sound of drawing a knife behind him, and asked slightly over his body.

"That's right! You didn't report it to the front, and now you're killing people for no reason! This arrest advises you not to act rashly, otherwise don't blame the knife for being ruthless. ”

Shen Qingqiu said.

Although this sound high-sounding.

But he has long lost the confidence when he entered the door.

"When I'm done with what I'm doing, I'll go with you and catch your lord. ”

The old man in blue said.

After speaking, he turned around again.

I don't know what I'm up to.

"Didn't you understand what I said?

Shen Qingqiu said sharply.

People are nervous to a certain point.

You will enter a subtle realm of self-forgetfulness.

Shen Qingqiu is like this now.

He was already terribly afraid.

But he was so numb that he didn't feel it.

"Your knife is really ruthless?"

The old man in blue asked.

Shen Qingqiu did not answer.

He swallowed.

The knife in his hand tightened a little.

For no reason, Shen Qingqiu saw a cold light flash in front of him.

A hidden weapon was nailed to his knife.

Nailed the blade of his knife to the ground.

A huge tremor struck.

It took him a lot of effort to stabilize the knife in his hand.

However, the tiger's mouth in his right hand has been cracked.

Blood oozed out.

The blood was bright red.

and the two corpses on the ground, but the contrast is obvious.

"The knife is unstable, and you dare to call yourself ruthless?"

The old man in blue said contemptuously.

At this moment, he and Shen Qingqiu looked at each other.

There was a playful look on his face. Shen Qingqiu looked at his face.

It's just an ordinary face that couldn't be more ordinary.

Nothing is characteristic.

This face, even if I get along with him day and night for a year and a half.

After separation, there will be no impression either.

"If you are willing to wait for me for half an hour, after I finish the task at hand, I am really willing to be taken down by you. But now, you're ruining my mood. ”

The old man in blue said.

Shen Qingqiu didn't expect it, he thought it was just an ordinary inquiry.

But he put himself in a situation where he was dead and lifeless.

The old man in blue in front of him.

It's an unattainable opponent for him.

If he were now, he would have killed him with a single finger.

But at the time.

But the situation is going to be reversed.

If Fang Cai's secret weapon did not come to his blade, but to his throat, chest, or eyebrows.

Then he at the moment.

It was no different from the two corpses on the ground.

It's just that his will be fresher.

But he still had a knife in his hand.

As long as the knife is in hand.

His courage was not lost.

His hope was not extinguished.

Although his knife is not complete.

But a broken knife is still a knife.

It's still bursting with unexpected brilliance.

Shen Qingqiu danced his knife.

Like a silver dragon.

Quickly approached the old man in blue.

That's his limit.

He drained every ounce of his strength.

It mobilizes every bit of energy in the yin and yang poles.

The old man in blue looked at the approaching silver dragon in front of him.

His face changed suddenly.

He shook his head and sighed deeply.

Suddenly, he flew out of the window.

Shen Qingqiu was stunned.

His spirit stopped.

But the knife in his hand could not stop.

At this moment, the knife in his hand and his spirit turned out to be one and the same.

His spirit was thinking, why did the old man in blue run away?

He could have easily taken his own life.

And why did he shake his head and sigh before fleeing?

It's obviously the first time they've met, how can he have a kind of pity for himself?

These questions are clearly unanswered.

Therefore, Shen Qingqiu's spirit was firmly trapped in place by these questions.

But the knife in his hand did not stop at all.

If it was a silver dragon at the beginning, it was only the size of a lizard.

But now the silver dragon is thick enough to break through the sky.

With bursts of sword light radiating out.

The whole house collapsed with a bang.

Shen Qingqiu stood blankly in place.

The old man in blue was standing not far from him.

Hands behind your back.

Quietly looking into the distance.

The knife in Shen Qingqiu's hand began to break inch by inch.

In the end, all that remained was the hilt in his hand, and a short blade.

But his spirit and his mind were freed from the cage of the previous questions, and he became one with his body again.

This allowed him to recover even.

Looking at the broken knife in his hand, Shen Qingqiu smiled bitterly.

I haven't been a fast catcher for a few days.

Haven't solved a major case yet.

has not yet been accepted as a disciple by the world-moving Simon Justice.

It's going to be the same as the broken knife in your hand, and it's going to end here.

But there are a thousand ways to die.

The mentality is different.

Some people weep bitterly and regret not doing so.

And some people will be fearless and hold their heads high.

Shen Qingqiu is obviously the latter.

He carried a broken knife.

Generously striding towards the old man in blue.

To the last moment.

He stabbed again.

"Poof!"

Unexpectedly.

This time, he smoothly inserted the broken knife in his hand into the back of the old man in blue.

Shen Qingqiu couldn't believe the scene in front of him.

Once again, his spirit left his body.

I don't know where the fugue has gone.

Blood gushed down the blade of the broken blade.

soaked the blue clothes on the old man in blue.

It used to be the color of azure blue, but now it has become deeper.

Deep purple, purple and black.

The old man in blue turned around slowly.

Lips quirmed.

In the end, I couldn't say a word.

But from the opening and closing between his lips.

Shen Qingqiu knew what he was going to say.

Two words.

Thank you!

The old man in blue supported his body and walked forward step by step.

Before he could go ten feet away, he fell to the ground.

Shen Qingqiu did not chase after him to dispose of the corpse.

He looked up at the sky in a daze for a long time.

I suddenly felt that no one in the world was worthy of this moon on my head!

The next day, the government received Shen Qingqiu's resignation.

He neatly folded a suit of official clothes and put it on the table in the court.

The blood on his hands has not yet been washed.

Repeating the last two words of the old man in blue, "Thank you", he walked out the door.

Even Di Weitai didn't know about this.

When Divitte asked him why he shouldn't be caught quickly, he only said one sentence:

"The bad guys can't be caught, and the wicked can't die. I am not qualified to judge the justice of others. ”

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Shen Qingqiu looked at Di Weitai's raised pen.

After he knew this, the years of friendship and grievances between the two would also be written off.

He suddenly felt a sense of relief.

This ease had only been done twice before.

One time was when he quit to catch fast, and after he left, he went to the end of the world with Di Weitai.

One time was when he was willing to gamble and lose, and he was the keeper of Le Youyuan for Di Weitai.

Again, now.

When Divitai finally lifted the pen to him.

When looking for the end of the world.

They both said a lot to the girl, but they always felt that the words did not make sense.

But now, the two don't have a word to say.

Because no matter what you say, it seems to be insincere.

This may be called vicissitudes.

From strangeness, there will eventually be stranger.

And once it becomes vicissitudes, the youth can never go back.

Both have their own wishful thinking.

also have infinite nostalgia for the past in their hearts.

It's like the moon on the night the old man in blue died.

It's not bright, it's not cold.

faintly watched the scenes of death and life in the world, joys and sorrows.

When you are naïve, do naïve things and say naïve things.

Even if it will eventually be shattered, it is not a lie.

Because everyone has a story.

The difference is only that you want to say it or you don't want to say it.

It's like Divitai's heart is filled with countless scheming.

Shen Qingqiu's heart was filled with wine and swords.

However, in the hearts of the two, they failed to fit an infatuated girl.

Shen Qingqiu closed his eyes.

After all, he was ruthless.

Before the words were spoken, the sword was out.

The body is like a shock, and the sword is like a thunderbolt!

A long sword that treats everything as nothing.

Through the night, through the clouds, on the earth.

Let the entire Bogu Building rise up for a while.

Many people who had not yet fallen asleep were awakened by this burst of light.

I thought that the moon in the sky had finally revealed its true face after hiding it for most of the night.

In a panic, he hurriedly ran to take out a few jugs of wine, wanting to sit under the moonlight and learn from the ancestor poet and see if he could write any good sentences.

It's just that they forgot.

Poetry is not a poem written by wine.

It's his poems, which are a pot of wine.

It can be strong, it can be light.

Different people drink it and taste different.

It's ridiculous that these readers think that as long as they drink alone under the moon, they can write some poems for the ages, which is really sad and tight.

However, there is no shortage of these people in the world.

Isn't Di Weitai's surface kung fu not bad at all?

He looked at the sword qi and sword light that was attacking and killing.

The pen in his hand was slightly offset.

The tip of the pen wrote a "丿".

Facing Shen Qingqiu's sword head-on.