Chapter 12: The Cost

On April 24, the long night has arrived.

Forty-one days after losing his freedom, Li Qinglian regained his freedom, although he was covered with bruises, and even broke his left index finger and middle finger, but he had at least obtained the freedom he dreamed of, breathing very free and fresh air, for him, what else in the world could compare to this?

He was very excited and excited, but he did not lose his reason and his composure, now he knew the man with clear and peaceful eyes better than anyone else, he did not believe that the man would let him go so easily, he ran through the mountains and forests, and turned back and forth in many directions, and he found that no one was following him, no one.

The sun was rising, Li Qinglian was exhausted, he walked back and forth in the mountains and forests for three or four hours, not to mention that he still had serious injuries on his body, if it weren't for the support of a belief in his heart, he would have fainted.

He had not eaten for two days, had not drunk water all night, and now he was hungry and thirsty and afraid at the same time, he was afraid of falling into the trap devised by a man of extreme cold and skillful means, even if he was rigorous in his thinking, and thus he fainted in the woods just as the sun had just risen.

He was so weak that even a small child could have cut his throat, but even then he had a sword in his hand.

The sword was held very tightly, almost like Li Qinglian's hand, as if no matter who knew that without Li Qinglian's permission, no one would want to take this sword out of his hand.

Sword.

The sword is three feet seven inches and three minutes long, and its whole body is cyan.

The scabbard is cyan and carved with green lotus.

The hilt of the sword is cyan, and a piece of green lotus jade pendant hangs.

But anyone who has the eye should see that this is a sword, a sword that is rare in the world, and that this sword is in the hands of a man like a beggar.

Li Qinglian thought that he was going to die, he was hungry and thirsty, and the place where he stayed was so deserted and uninhabited, not to mention that the weather was so cold and so early, there was naturally no one in this place who could save him.

In fact, his judgment is indeed correct, there is no error at all, and his person is also very reasonable, so logically speaking, he should indeed be dead, but the person who should have died is not dead.

Li Qinglian originally thought that she was dead, but a miracle appeared, he did not die, not only did he not die, but his whole body was carefully wrapped in a layer of gauze.

He woke up, it was noon when he woke up, and the first thing he felt when he woke up was that he knew he wasn't dead, and the second feeling was: sword.

His sword was gone, so it didn't crumble, it looked like the clouds were overpowering the end of the world, he was a sane man, so he didn't get angry, but the man was already on his feet, and he needed to take a closer look at this room that he was very unfamiliar with.

As soon as he got up, a woman pushed the door open, and said to him angrily: "If you don't want to die, lie down for the old lady." ”

Li Qinglian didn't want to listen to this strange woman's orders, but this woman was holding a knife in her hand.

It was a knife for chopping wood, but no matter what kind of knife it was, it was very sharp, and he believed that if this knife was cut on his body, he would not be better off even if he didn't die, and more importantly, he didn't have the strength to deal with this strong woman with a black mole on her face.

The woman was satisfied, she had always been very satisfied with the obedient person, so the knife in her hand was loosened, and Li Qinglian naturally noticed this, he arched his hand at the woman and said: "Under Li Qinglian, thank you for the girl's life-saving grace, dare to ask the girl can you see an ancient sword next to me?"

The woman said lightly: "Yes, even when you were unconscious, you were holding that sword, where have I not seen it?" But now this sword cannot be given to you for the time being. ”

"Why?"

The woman said: "With your current condition, you can only lie still, and it has become a luxury to move around, so you can't move the sword." ”

Li Qinglian said: "I remember the girl's instructions in the next place, but this sword is the most important thing in my life, so I ask the girl to return it." ”

The woman was cold, casually slashed the knife on the table, he looked at Li Qinglian coldly and said, "I can return the sword to you, but you must return the five hundred taels of silver owed to me." ”

In Li Qinglian's opinion, this request was very reasonable, and she did not hesitate at all, and said: "Can I have a pen and paper, and I will make a note?"

The woman with the black hat on her head didn't pay attention to Li Qinglian, she just said to Li Qinglian: "I'll go and bring your broken copper and iron, you wait." ”

Li Qinglian could only wait, waiting for the woman to bring the sword that he was very familiar with.

With the sword in his hand, his somewhat pale face suddenly became rosy, and the woman looked at Li Qinglian with some curiosity: Could it be that a sword can also have the effect of curing diseases and saving people?

The blue light flashed, and the long sword was unsheathed.

At the moment when the woman was in a trance, the sword had already pulled out of its scabbard and poked into the woman's Tiantu acupoint.

The blue light flashed again, and the sword was back in its sheath.

Li Qinglian held the sword in her hand, the wound on her body was bleeding again, and the person became extremely weak, bowed, and fell on the chuang.

The sword had already consumed all his strength just now, and at this moment, let alone draw the sword, even if he held the sword, he would have no strength.

The woman's eyes were almost about to jump out, looking at Li Qinglian in disbelief with an incredulous expression, she didn't seem to understand or believe why Li Qinglian wanted to kill him?

Li Qinglian's eyes were cold, and she didn't look at the woman with a black mole on the left side of her face like she did with her benefactor, and said coldly: "Everyone needs to pay a price for everything they do, such as you, since your mission has failed, then your price is death." ”

The woman didn't speak, and the dead couldn't speak, but when he died, there was a thick look of resentment in his eyes, and it seemed that he couldn't look at it under the nine springs.

The room was so quiet, almost suffocatingly quiet, it was like a world dominated by death, and it was terrified all the time.

Li Qinglian should have been afraid, but he was not afraid, and even a smile appeared on his face, a very disdainful and cold smile, he said: "I know you are nearby, since you are already here, why don't you come in?"

There was silence, but soon there was a voice.

"Sometimes I wonder if you have a dog's nose, and you know I'm here without making a sound. A young man with a smile on his face strolled open the door and walked into the bedroom, he clapped his hands, with an extremely smug smile on his face, his eyes just glanced at the corpse on the ground, and said: "You are already very smart, cautious and rational, but you are still wrong, you killed a person, killed a benefactor who saved your life." ”

Li Qinglian looked calm and said lightly: "So what? If it weren't for her own problems, I wouldn't have killed her." ”

"Is there something wrong with her?"

Li Qinglian said: "Although the mask on his face is very exquisite, it still can't hide from my eyes. ”

"That's why you killed her? Aren't you afraid of killing the wrong person?"

"Isn't it enough?" Li Qinglian said lightly: "I'm not a good person, and I'm not a good person, people like me kill one or two good people every year, and sometimes I regret it, but when I think that if the person who died is me, then I don't regret it at all." ”

That person has a very good habit, he can be calm at any time, and he is willing to listen to others at any time, he listened to Li Qinglian's words seriously, he clapped his hands lightly, and seemed to agree with that person's words very much, he opened his mouth and smiled: "You are really an interesting person, if you don't know Mo Dump Chi first, maybe we can become very good friends." ”

Li Qinglian stood up slowly, his body stood straight, looked at this person who was still calm and light, and said, "It's a pity that we don't have a chance to become friends anymore, at least I still remember who broke my left index finger and middle finger." ”

The man smiled, he smiled and pointed to himself, and said softly: "Yes, people often regret it many times, but God never seems to give people the opportunity to regret, so people can only have to go one way to the dark, and now although I am unwilling to accept the fact that you are already my enemy, I can't help but accept it." ”

"Not bad. Li Qinglian said: "Just like now, even if I don't want to accept the fact that I am like a fish on the chopping board, let you slaughter, it seems that I can only accept this fact." ”

"Yes, that's how most things in the world are. The man smiled, and there was a very sunny and bright smile on his face, but there was a touch of playfulness in this smile, he looked at Li Qinglian with a smile and said: "Although the truth is a little cruel, since it is the truth, that person can only accept it." He pointed to the lost female corpse and said lightly: "She is not my subordinate, but the person who really saved you." ”

Li Qinglian didn't have the slightest expression, just now during this time, he had already recovered some strength, so his hand had some strength again, his hand held the sword, and held the sword that was almost equal to his life.

-- The sword has a very ordinary meaning for him, not only as a life, but also as a faith.

- He knew that he was wrong, that he had killed the wrong person, but he didn't think of anything more, he only had a sword in his mind, and everything in heaven and earth no longer existed in his eyes, only a sword.

Li Qinglian didn't draw his sword, but the young man in a white robe had already felt the killing intent and sword intent exuded from the sword master, he stood up, still didn't make any movement, just looked at Li Qinglian with a very pleasant look.

That person naturally had time to wait, but Li Qinglian didn't have time to wait, his physical strength had gradually weakened, and he only had a chance to make a sword, so he couldn't wait.

Time passed quickly, and just as Li Qinglian was about to draw his sword, the person who gave him the threat of mountains and seas quickly and completely backwards, and soon disappeared from his sight: "I once said that I have decided to let you go, what I said has always been effective, it was like this in the past, and it is still the same now." ”

When the voice fell, Li Qinglian's hand trembled again, and in less than half a breath, the strength of his whole body seemed to have been consumed, and with a bang, he fell down again.

This time he fell to the ground, on the corpse.

His eyes widened as he looked at the female corpse on the ground, and the sly smile in the man's eyes was recalled, and an oppressive atmosphere flooded into his mind.

Li Qinglian, whose spirit and spirit were already overdrawn, could no longer support her body at this moment and fainted.

On the same day, almost at the same time.

April 25th.

An old man took a young man of about 30 into a farmer's house at the foot of Wudang Mountain. (To be continued.) )