The old monk was shocked when he saw the woman in white coming in and having the ability to wield a flying sword. He was still wondering why anyone would be willing to stand up for Ono Xiu, who was a first-level person, and then he immediately reacted.
Naturally, this little monk at the first level cannot kill ghosts, so there is definitely someone behind him, and the person who really killed the female ghost is undoubtedly this person.
The old monk squinted at the sword cultivator in white, wanting to see what kind of person he was who dared to confront him.
Then the woman raised her sword and turned it slightly to one side. Suddenly, the sword energy surged, and a white sword light flashed away.
When the old monk saw the woman drawing her sword, he immediately offered up a treasure, which was a white jade waist plate engraved with the calligraphy of a sage.
The sword light flashed by, but the white jade waist badge was not damaged in any way. The old monk frowned slightly, because he discovered that the sword energy was not directed at him at all.
After just a trace of doubt, he immediately reacted. His face suddenly became stagnant and his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't.
The martial artist was the first to notice something strange. He quickly turned around and looked behind the old monk. He opened his mouth wide and exclaimed: "Your Majesty, magistrate, why are there so many ravines on the wall of this wild duckweed!" Magistrate Yuan also quickly stood up from his chair. I got up and turned around to look, only to see that the walls and windows behind me looked like they had been scratched with knives. They were covered with dense ravines. The scratches were connected together, as if they were carved all over the wall. calligraphy and painting.
Magistrate Yuan was surprised. He had only seen the woman wield a sword before, so why were there so many sword marks on the wall?
He couldn't think clearly, but when he looked at the old monk who was still arrogant and domineering before, he seemed to be scared out of his wits. His eyes were blank and he didn't dare to make any move. Magistrate Yuan suddenly understood that this sword, It's definitely not simple.
In fact, only a well-informed monk would never be able to see the mystery of the woman's sword. To be able to transform tens of thousands of swords with one sword is simply unimaginable, but the old monk has heard of a man who can do it.
Naturally, it was Su Wei, the famous Feiyuzhou born swordsman. She only had her own flying sword.
"Qingsi", one sword is also a sword of thousands, and a sword energy also contains thousands of sword energy, so it has such a destiny.
However, the swordsman named Su Wei had disappeared from the world for many years. In terms of age, he should be about the same age as this woman. The old monk would inevitably not think too much about it.
But when he thought of this, he laughed a little to himself. After all, how could that woman be Su Wei, a figure who is considered a fairy among monks, so that he could be so lucky?
It should just be that this woman has other magical powers. But after the woman in white used this sword, she looked at the old monk with her narrow phoenix eyes. In fact, she sent a message to him in her heart: "Don't deny it in a hurry. In fact, it is what you think." Old monk As if struck by lightning, he stood up suddenly and looked at the woman in white in disbelief, which really frightened everyone around him. He hurriedly sent a message back: "May I ask the girl's last name?" The woman in white smiled and replied to him: "My surname is Su, with the single character "涒" , that one of Sanshui Yijun." The old monk almost exclaimed, but was immediately interrupted by the woman in white: "Don't panic, I won't kill you, I just tell you who I am. As long as you don't let anyone If you know who I am, you won't die. If you dare to tell me, believe me, you will die quickly." The old monk's teeth began to chatter and he asked carefully: "What about the ghost killings in Lucheng in the past few days? Is this what Miss Su did for chivalry?" The woman in white replied to him: "It's not me, it's another person. You admit your mistake. I just happened to pass by today and I can't stand your style. I'll give you a lesson." The old monk said this Then he breathed a sigh of relief. Since it was Miss Su who was born with a sword, she naturally disdained to compete with a young monk like herself who was half buried in the ground and had no future at all.
What made him even more relieved was that Su Wei was not the supporter of that vulgar man, otherwise, just jealousy would make him jealous to death.
Kong Xiong was also startled by the woman in white who decisively drew her sword. When he looked at the woman carefully, he saw that the woman was wearing a bamboo hat and a white veil covering her face, making her face unclear.
He quickly thanked the woman, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you very much, girl, for taking out the sword and upholding justice for me." The woman did not speak, but waved her long white skirt, and then a white sword light flashed, and the person disappeared. It was so cool and unrestrained that Magistrate Yuan was amazed.
The old monk knew the identity of this mysterious female swordsman. He didn't even dare to breathe before. Now when the woman left, he didn't even dare to look at her again.
After the woman left, Magistrate Yuan looked at the messy restaurant and felt very complicated. If I didn't protect Kong Xiong verbally at that time, wouldn't I also be blamed?
He sighed, waved his sleeves, and said: "With the commotion like this, what else is there to continue to eat? Let's all leave. Taoist priest, you can also go back to the county. Lucheng is too small to keep us here." You big Buddha." Although the words were extremely unpleasant, the old monk didn't refute a word, stood up and left quickly.
Then Magistrate Yuan looked at Kong Xiong and said apologetically: "Brother Kong, I can't help you. You are our hero in Lucheng. You shouldn't have suffered like this, but this old monk is really arrogant." , I really don’t have anyone in Lucheng who can fight against you, so I have to rely on that swordsman to support you. But don’t worry, if I have a chance in the future, I will definitely go to the county to read his book.” Kong Xiong didn’t say anything. He was just not in high spirits and frowned. After politely thanking him, he left.
Kong Xiong was very disappointed. After this farce, he was even more disappointed with people's hearts. Although Magistrate Yuan could be said to be pretty good to him, the man always felt that something was missing in his heart, and it was that something that made Kong Xiong feel uncomfortable.
It was not a big deal that the old monk humiliated himself, and it was not the first time that Kong Xiong had experienced this. What he cared about was not this, but what happened next.
Magistrate Yuan tried to stop him, but the old monk was completely disdainful. It was not until the unknown swordsman drew his sword when he saw the injustice and shocked the old monk that the matter was settled.
What he cares about is right here. Why can't we always solve the injustices in the world with good words and persuasion? In the end, we have to resort to swords and swords to reason?
The man feels that something is not right in the world. Good people are bullied, but people with bad intentions live better. This is not how it should be.
Stepping out of the restaurant, the man immediately saw a man in Tsing Yi walking towards him. When he looked carefully, he saw that it was Zuo Qiuxun.
Zuo Qiu The belt was also untied and now wrapped around her wrist, it looked different from before.
Zuo Qiu The sword cultivator is here, what happened?" Kong Xiong looked at Zuo Qiuxun in confusion, shook his head and said, "Actually, it's nothing." Zuo Qiuxun narrowed his eyes and said, "Did they bully you?" Kong Xiong thought seriously. After thinking for a while, he said: "Yes, but luckily I met a swordsman who drew his sword to help me on the way, so it's okay now." Zuo Qiuxun looked at him and said, "It's okay." She then He took out a small bag from his body and a small bunch of green coins. He handed it to Kong Xiong and said, "I have worked hard for you in the past few days. This small amount of money will be regarded as your reward. Don't be too little. One hundred beads, you are definitely worth the price." The man's cheek twitched.
One hundred beads, too few? It’s not that men have never used small beads, but they don’t use them much.
The sword he used to show off before only cost three hundred taels of silver, or three beads. This cost him all his wealth, and the hundred beads in front of him were so casually used. Zuo Qiuxun held it in his hand, how could the man not be surprised?
However, Kong Xiong only took a brief look, and immediately shook his head firmly and said: "Zuoqiu Jianxian, I can't ask for your money. This matter was none of your business, but I got you involved, and finally asked you to give me money. This What's the big deal? I have a guilty conscience and can't take this money." Zuo Qiu You have to leave a thought before saying goodbye. You don’t want money, so what can I give you?” The man who had suffered so much humiliation in the restaurant suddenly became numb. He thought for a long time, and even his forehead began to sweat. beads.
Finally, he said cautiously: "Then can you give me a lock of hair?" Zuo Qiuxun smiled even brighter and said with interest: "What do you want my hair for?" Kong Xiong touched his head and said shyly : "Actually, when I first saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world. At that time, I thought you were a member of Xu Huaigu's family, so I didn't dare to have any idea. Now that I know your identity, I I don’t dare to think too much. Although I know in my heart that there will never be any intersection between us in the future, I still think about these things from time to time when I see you. So if you are willing to leave a strand of hair for me, I can always Just looking at it makes me satisfied." Zuo Qiu , Kong Xiong didn’t dare to say anything, but his eyes were full of hope.
She said: "I can't give you my hair. I already have a sweetheart, and I can't let him down no matter what. Besides, we sword cultivators don't like this." She thought for a long time, took out a snow-white dagger from her body, and handed it to Kong. Kong Xiong said, "This dagger was a personal belonging of mine in my early years. It is not a magical weapon, it is just an ordinary dagger, but it has a very important meaning to me. I will give it to you today." Kong Xiong was panicked. , said: "It's too expensive, how can I make it?" Zuo Qiuxun seemed a little impatient, and said: "I said it is a gift, why is there so much nonsense. The things were also given, and Xu Huaigu and Huang Shan were also ready. We Farewell, see you later!" As she spoke, a white sword fell beside her, and then she jumped on it lightly.
After receiving the order, Bai Jian disappeared in a flash, rushed into the sky, left a very long sword mark in the air, and then disappeared into the horizon.
This man, a wild cultivator in the First Realm, and a swordsman nun in the Sixth Realm met by chance and parted ways. Kong Xiong watched the flying sword fly away from a distance, and finally disappeared, never to be seen again.
The sun was a bit dazzling and it hurt his eyes, so he finally stopped looking at the sky and looked at the dagger left for him by Zuo Qiuxun.
With tears filling his eyes, he muttered to himself: "I know that the sword cultivator in white who helped me rescue me is you. Even though you have changed into blue clothes, your white sword has not changed." As soon as he said this, another message came to his ears. A woman's voice came: "Why didn't I know how to change the sword? I just left you a clue." Kong Xiong was panicked and looked around, but saw that the street under the restaurant was full of traffic and people. Zuo Qiu Xun The last words were as if they were in a dream.
On the horizon, the white sword carries the woman away. There seems to be a sentence mixed in the cold wind that brushes the ears while holding the sword.
"Swordsmen like us never turn back when we draw our swords; when we say goodbye, we never look back."
