The afterimages of the two silver shuttles disappeared. With a crisp sound, several silver fragments fell from the air, making a crisp sound on the ground, pale and feeble.
The old monk's original ambition to win was gone. He looked at this scene in disbelief, with the corner of his mouth trembling.
His eyes were no longer clear, and became cloudy and old.
Xu Guonan, Yu Qin, and the surrounding onlookers were stunned, and they had not yet realized what happened.
Xu Huaigu stood in the center of a group of people, calmly closing his eyes. The blade of the sword had been cut down, and the tip of the sword was pointed at the ground, but he still maintained the action of holding the sword.
There was silence.
Suddenly there was a "pop" sound, and everyone looked at the source of the sound.
The old priest suddenly knelt on the ground, his face was pale, and the wrinkles on his cheeks were squirming, and he murmured: "It's the sword energy... it's that sword energy..."
Everyone was shocked by his sudden move and looked at him in disbelief.
Xu Guonan was full of doubts, then angry, and said eagerly: "Master Han, what are you doing!"
After saying that, he wanted to help the worshiper surnamed Han up. As soon as he touched the old worshipper's arm, the worshiper surnamed Han suddenly jumped up like crazy, pointed at Xu Huaigu excitedly, and shouted: "You are Who! Can cut out such sword energy...who are you!"
Xu Huaigu replied coldly: "I'm just a passerby."
The old priest surnamed Han suddenly became weak. The white bead he offered was also taken back by him. He remained silent for a long time.
Sword Qi is so ethereal that even sword cultivators in the fifth realm are not sure they can cut it out, let alone the second realm?
With this child's talent, he should be a good young talent that can astound an entire continent, right?
The old priest felt that this time he really had an eye, and it was worth dying.
Seeing that the old priest stopped making any moves, Xu Huaigu turned to look at Xu Guonan.
Xu Guonan looked shocked, his charming face full of horror.
Xu Huaigu asked: "Have you ever killed anyone?"
Xu Guonan was so frightened by Xu Huaigu's eyes that it seemed as if his eyes were as piercing as a sharp sword.
Xu Guonan replied solemnly: "No... I just did some dirty things, but I never killed anyone..."
Xu Huaigu nodded, raised his chin to him, and signaled: "Come here."
Xu Guonan looked painful and couldn't move forward. He looked desperately at the old worshiper named Han, whose eyes were still dull and silent, hoping that the old worshipper could do something.
But the old worshiper remained motionless.
He had already made up his mind to cut ties with the Xu family immediately after this incident, and he would not stay no matter how generous the conditions were.
Seeing Xu Guonan not moving, Xu Huaigu emphasized his tone again and said coldly: "Come here!"
Xu Guonan was startled, then cowered and took a step forward.
As soon as he took this step, he suddenly used the force to retreat, and then ran towards the door quickly.
His large patterned robe was dragging on the ground, and his fat cuffs were dancing in the air, looking quite funny.
He shouted angrily: "Just wait for me! When I get back to Xingqing, I'll feel better with you!"
Xu Huaigu remained calm and motionless.
There is also a calm sword in his hand.
There seemed to be a small ray of breeze blowing away.
Xu Guonan stopped, and a long trail of blood appeared on his back, seeping out from Yinghua's robe, and getting longer and longer.
He fell to the ground with a muffled sound.
The old priest glanced at him and remained silent.
Xu Huaigu sheathed his sword, and there was silence all around.
He turned to Yu Qin, who was surprised and speechless, and reminded him, "Let's go. If we don't leave, we won't be able to reach Xingqing at night."
Yu Qin walked to him blankly and followed Xu Huaigu's steps outside.
The old worshipper was still kneeling on the ground.
When Xu Huaigu passed by him, the old priest suddenly said hoarsely: "Why don't you kill him?"
Xu Huaigu said: "A crime will not lead to death. I am not a person who kills indiscriminately. But I still have to teach him a lesson, lest he forget it again."
The old priest added: "Then you still dare to go to Xingqing? His family is a big family in Xingqing. If you don't kill him and silence him, you will be retaliated against when you arrive in Xingqing."
Xu Huaigu smiled a little: "I have a grudge against him, so I can't go to Xingqing? If I want to go to Xingqing, do I have to kill him to silence him?"
Xu Huaigu shook his head and seemed to be saying to himself: "There is no such reason... It is my business if I want to go to Xingqing. If he provoked me, there is nothing wrong with me giving him a sword. Then why should I Can’t go to Xingqing? In other words, why does he make me afraid to go to Xingqing?”
The old priest's cloudy eyes revealed joy again, and his voice was a little excited: "It's the way of kendo... It's the real way of kendo... Hahahaha, I didn't expect that a bad old man like me would meet another real kendo person in my life... It’s worth it.”
His voice became smaller and smaller: "You are very similar to another person I met back then... Unfortunately, that person is now far beyond what I can compare to."
Xu Huaigu was high-spirited and joked: "Why not? In life, we get together and part ways. So what if we are strangers? As long as her sword skills are still there, your heart will still be clear. What's the difference? It's just a hurdle that you can't overcome in your heart." "
The old priest pondered, then nodded happily.
Before Xu Huaigu left, he said, "Please treat Mr. Xu of yours, otherwise if you just let him lie there and die, you will have to suffer a lot in the future."
The old priest shook his head resolutely and said: "What does it matter to me? He is the one who insists on his own way, and he will bear the trouble alone. We monks are not used to this behavior of bullying men and women, but I used to be under the shelter of others, so I had no choice but to do so." And for that. Now that this has happened, I no longer want to stay in the Xu family, I might as well go out and walk around more, and forget about it wherever I die."
Xu Huaigu nodded and reached out to help the old worshipper up.
The old worshipper shook himself up and said, "You have to be careful when you go to Xingqing. There are several master monks in the Xu family. You have provoked the Xu family's most beloved eldest son this time, and they will not give up."
Xu Huaigu said in a relaxed tone: "I understand."
Xu Huaigu took Yu Qin's hand and walked to the door.
The old priest stood there and watched him leave. But looking at his back and the white dagger, I always felt a little weird.
That white sword seemed very familiar.
The old worshipper suppressed his doubts and asked uncertainly: "Can you tell me, who are you?"
Xu Huaigu, who had already reached the door, looked back and said with a smile: "My background as a wild cultivator is not worth mentioning. However, I should be considered half of Deng Zhiyuan's apprentice."
The old worshiper felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and was so shocked that he could not speak.
So that's it... No wonder why that sword and sword energy are so familiar, it turned out to be Deng Zhiyuan's sword...
Deng Zhiyuan is the swordsman he talks about.
He thought of many past events, many things that he would never forget until his death but could not speak out.
When he came to his senses, Xu Huaigu had already taken Yu Qin away, leaving only Lao Zongfeng feeling lost.
The group of onlookers gathered around and commented on the absent-minded old priest and Xu Guonan, who was bleeding all over the floor.
There were also some people who had been bullied by Xu Guonan in the past. Taking advantage of Xu Guonan's serious injury, they kicked him a few times and cursed: "Damn bitch, seeing how dead you are, do you still dare to bully me? "
A group of people cursed, but they only dared to talk, but no one dared to be really cruel.
The old priest sneered and silently left this noisy room alone.
He went out and saw a woman in white wearing a bamboo hat selling oil-paper umbrellas at the corner of the street.
The woman has a slim figure and is weaving a simple white oil-paper umbrella with her bare hands.
The old priest looked at the sky. It was cloudless and sunny. Where could anyone buy an umbrella?
The crowd around was bustling, and everyone seemed to know what Xu Guonan was doing in the room, and they crowded in to watch the fun, but the woman didn't even raise her head, just silently making use of the oil-paper umbrella in her hand.
It’s as if this person and an umbrella are the whole world.
The old worshiper felt a little weird for no reason. He walked over and pretended not to care, taking an oil-paper umbrella and examining it in his hand.
The oil-paper umbrella has a rough surface, and the handle is made of somewhat black paulownia wood, with a very ordinary shape. The old worshiper looked at it for a long time and didn't see any difference.
The woman said coldly: "If you don't want to buy it, don't read it."
The old priest smiled.
If someone had spoken to him like this in the past, he would have lost his temper. But today, he was in a good mood.
So he asked: "Who said I won't buy it? How much does an oil-paper umbrella cost?"
The woman said casually: "You can't afford it."
The old worshiper added, "How do you know if I can afford it even if you don't tell me the price? I tell you, I can buy this umbrella even for ten taels of gold."
The woman in white stopped what she was doing and slowly took off her bamboo hat, revealing a face that was as charming as a country.
She looked up at the old worshipper.
The old priest looked at her face, and the smile that had been there before gradually froze.
Not because of her beautiful face, but because of her dark green pupils that were obviously an inch smaller than humans.
She spoke slowly: "I want your life."
