"Let's go."
The man swung his long sword and cut off the cold iron in his hand.
The sword glow is against the moonlight, like ice and flowing water. The cold iron fell on the ground, and the shackles that had been bound for three years were broken.
Behind them was a valley lit by fire, and the raging fire dyed half of the night sky into sunset. The man spun into the blazing flames and completely disappeared from sight.
However, the bewitching whispers echoed in his ears again and again.
"In a year, I will definitely find you."
In front of him is the abyss.
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Qi Ruowang woke up from his dream.
Short of breath, his pitch-black pupils stared blankly ahead, and after a while, he recalled where he was.
He is no longer in Nameless Valley.
He had escaped from the place where he had been imprisoned for three years and was free.
However, although he is no longer restrained, the nightmare is still like a shadow, lingering. It was like a curse that invaded him day and night.
At this time, the moonlight outside the window was just right, and Qi Ruowang was no longer sleepy, so he simply put on a coat and sat in front of the window to enjoy the night view.
This is a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. Even in the cold winter and twelfth lunar month, the old trees are still sprouting new shoots, and there is no sign of withering. The moonlight fell on the ground like silver threads, like a beauty dancing in gauze.
Qi Ruowang lowered his head and looked at his hands through the moonlight. The thick layer of sword cocoon on his hand has faded away with the neglect of sword practice in the past few years. The originally rough skin has also become delicate after three years of captivity.
No one could see that the owner of these hands was a desperado who licked blood with a knife. Now, he is more like a scholar who ignores common affairs, or a businessman who is pampered.
Qi Ruowang once hated the shackles that locked him and made him immobile; even more hated the man who imprisoned him and took his freedom. However, these have actually become his life-saving help.
With these hands, he has no flaws in pretending to be a businessman, and will not easily reveal his identity.
How ironic.
He took a light breath and tried to mobilize the inner breath, but the inner force had to stop just after half a week of circulation in the body. He had not practiced martial arts for three years, suffered internal injuries before losing his freedom, and was imprisoned without proper conditioning. Although the internal injury is cured, the internal force will not be used for a long time, and it will not be controlled for a while.
Thinking that he couldn't be in a hurry to restore his power, he could only press the impulse and adjust slowly.
On the willow head on the moon, it is already midnight.
It was extraordinarily quiet outside, not even the sound of insects. Qi Ruowang sat by the window for a while, in a rare daze. The moonlight kissed his eyebrows tenderly, but could not melt the chill. After a long time, he got up and closed the window. Close your eyes and lie back on the bed.
He didn't sleep, just waited for dawn.
…
In the morning in Jiangnan, it was long overdue amid the cries of selling people.
The southern part of Daqi has developed commerce and trade, so there is no division between east and west cities and residential areas. Merchants can even rent and buy shops next to the county government with their money, and hawkers can shout at will on the street without fear of being driven away.
In the morning, the sky was still bright, and the hawkers went out and walked around the streets carrying their burdens. The first place they visited was, of course, Yongan Street, which was full of shops and inns.
"Hey, fresh buns, mushrooms and vegetables, radish fungus, and buns with sauce and meat!"
"That peddler!"
The window seat of the inn stretched out a hand, "Two cages of meat buns, bring them to me."
"Excellent, guest officer."
The peddler picked up the buns, but when he entered the lobby, his legs and feet trembled instantly, and he couldn't take a half step.
In this small lobby on the first floor, there were seven or eight black-faced men. They were wearing black shirts, with long knives hanging around their waists. At this time, when these strong men saw him come in, they turned around and stared at him, as if they could scratch him.
A chuckle came from the side.
"What are you afraid of, they won't eat you."
It was a girl who spoke, and she was also armed, a thin sword. There were two people sitting beside her, both men, one old and one young. At this time, they all looked at him, or at the buns in the hawker's hands.
The girl with the sword said, "Put the buns down, take the money, and you'll be fine."
If the hawker was released, he hurriedly put down the two cages of steamed buns, collected the copper coins, and hurriedly went out. Because I walked too fast, I stumbled when I was going out.
The young man sitting beside the girl sneered, "That's just the guts."
"What's the matter?" The girl glared at him, "They are ordinary people, and they can kill people like you. Is it not surprising?"
"Qingqing, what are you talking about." The young man smiled bitterly: "Where am I killing people?"
Ruan Qingqing said: "Compared to these commoners, you are always fighting with one another. Heroes and heroes who don't take human life as their fate, aren't they just killing people?"
The youth frowned.
"Am I wrong?" Ruan Qingqing looked at him, "Just a while ago, when you had a dispute with the Shutter people, did you kill them both?"
"If I don't kill them, it will be me who will be corpse on the spot. The battle between the rivers and lakes has always been like this, and no one can be soft for a moment."
"Hmph, you also know that it is a battle between the rivers and lakes. Ordinary people are not like you who are easily contaminated with people's lives. When you encounter a major event, you will naturally be afraid. You look down on others, don't you think of ordinary people because of your martial arts skills!"
How could the young man think that his words would cause her so much criticism, but he didn't know how to explain it, "I..."
"Okay, it should be. Don't pay attention to her, she just loves to be a little girl." The old man at the same table stroked his long beard, shook his head and smiled: "I don't know where I heard the truth, so I just pretended to show it off in front of you. A Ruan, you say that people who practice martial arts are not good in every possible way, why do you still practice martial arts yourself? Isn't it self-defeating?"
"I don't practice martial arts to show off."
Ruan Qingqing said complacently: "I practice martial arts in order to be able to defeat those young people. Once they use martial arts to violate the ban and disturb the people, I can go to rectify them. Just like that Qin Weitang, all those scourges were wiped out— "
The atmosphere in the room changed suddenly, as if touching something taboo that should not be touched.
The old man was too busy to stretch out his hand and click on the girl's dumb hole. At the same time, he cupped his hands and said: "Disrespectful, disrespectful, the little girl is not well disciplined, and she speaks wildly. I also ask a few chivalrous men not to take it to heart."
When they heard Ruan Qingqing's words, their faces changed greatly, and the strong men in black who had drawn half of their swords could only snort and sit back. But the atmosphere has stiffened, and there is a sense of tension.
The old man knew that he could not stay in this hall any longer, so he could only hurriedly pick up his luggage and instructed the young man to leave with the troublesome girl.
After walking a long way, he unlocked his daughter's dumb hole. Before Ruan Qingqing jumped violently, he took the lead and said, "Daughter, you almost caused a big disaster just now."
Seeing that she seemed unconvinced, he said again: "Do you know who the men with swords were sitting in the inner hall just now? They are the people of Ba Dao Tang. This time Ba Dao Tang is responsible for searching for Qin Shan in Jiangnan. They heard them. You are speaking for Qin Weitang, and you have irritated those people, I am afraid things will really not be good."
When Ruan Qingqing heard the words, she gradually became quiet and curiously said:
"So, Qin Shan has really arrived in Jiangnan?"
"Ugh."
The old man did not answer, and walked away with his apprentice and daughter, sighing as he walked.
"This river and lake is about to usher in a bloody storm again."
It all started with a shock.
Three months ago, the Wuming Holy Land Wuminggu was breached by unknown people. The fire burned the mountain for a whole day and night. When the nearby people rushed over, they only saw the coke in the mountains, and all the disciples in the valley disappeared.
And in the back mountain of Wuminggu, the big devil Qin Shan, who had been imprisoned for three years, also disappeared. All of a sudden, rumors arose. Some people said that Qin Shan was the initiator of the fire, and some people said that the big devil was also buried in the fire. In any case, after this battle, Qin Shan returned to everyone's attention.
The former leader of Qin Weitang, who had stirred up blood and blood in the rivers and lakes back then, once again became the target of public criticism. Shaolin Wudang, the ten major schools, the heroes on both sides of the waterway, even the people in the court, are secretly tracking his traces.
However, the entire Jianghu searched for more than three months, but Qin Shan, the central figure of the storm, disappeared without a trace, leaving no trace.
Qin Shan, like the nameless valley that was burnt down by the fire, was nowhere to be seen.
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After staying up all night, Qi Ruowang pushed open the door and went out.
"master."
The little servant was waiting at the door, and when he saw him coming out, he quickly stepped forward and said, "Someone sent me a greeting card today."
Qi Ruowang took the post and looked at the words written on it like a golden sword and an iron horse.
Tonight at Mao Shi, Ningyuelou is waiting.
- Right Xiaoyi.
Qi Ruowang frowned slightly.
Who is You Xiaoyi
He is a well-known swordsman among the younger generation. He was once pro-teacher by the Shaolin Abbot, who is smart and wise, and a hero among people. At the same time, he is also the deputy head of the Ba Sword Hall.
But such a right Xiaoyi, why do you want to meet a little-known businessman
Did you discover Qi Ruowang's identity
After thinking for a while, under the human skin mask, Qi Ruo looked at a smile that no one could see. But what is his identity
He Qi Ruowang is just an ordinary person.
"Prepare the car."
Qi Ruowang said.
He is going to meet this right Xiaoyi for a while.
When the servant called for the car, the plum blossoms in the courtyard had just fallen.
Red plums are like fire.
The moment he stepped into the cab, Qi Ruowang seemed to see that person again.
The man who died in the fire.
Qin Shan.