"what are you up to."
the expressionless girl asked.
"Well, I plan to awaken the dragon species in this city. Let many dragons appear here."
The man pushed An Yushi's body aside.
"A lot of people are going to die."
To this, the man replied happily.
"If you don't want to see it, come and stop me."
Words have run out.
She knew the nature of this man.
Qin Ming will not change his mind because of anyone's persuasion.
Rather, he doesn't care about other people's opinions.
"I want to see your progress."
Once again, the invitation was initiated.
It was his habit not to force his opponent to initiate a fight.
Invitations are issued to interested opponents and will not be forced if rejected.
Instead, let others have to fight with you. Just like now, in a small circle, reaching the goal in his favorite way.
There is only one way to stop him.
force. Violence. Strong tactics. In another way, to achieve his wish——!
"!"
The blade pierced the high-altitude airflow, making an indescribable sharp sound.
The distance between the two was about seven meters, and Qin Qianbai swung his knife to the side. The target is not the human body in the distance, but the air where nothing exists.
A threatening, deceptive air slash...?
"Well."
Ming Ke had a smile in his eyes. He saw the girl's movements clearly and admired her creativity.
When the long knife broke through the air, the solid tip softened for a moment. A drop of water flew up with the slash, separated from the ink knife, and flew towards the man's head like a snake!
Secret Biography of Qin: Flashing Snake.
"good."
The man in green only holds the long knife with his right hand. He raised his free left hand and curled his fingers lightly. The ink-colored water droplets lay on his fingertips, as relaxed and comfortable as catching flower petals.
One action takes about less than half a second. The water droplets flew out and Ming Ke caught them, at the same time...
There was only an afterimage of where the girl was standing, but her true body was already two meters in front of Ming Ke!
"——!"
The ink knife is held upside down and the sharp blade is pointed downward. Ming Ke focused his attention on the top of his head, while Qin Qianbai took this opportunity to attack the lower plate! The girl's black hair was flying in the air, and the long knife was swept towards Ming Ke's ankle like lightning. With the help of sudden thrust, she increased her speed and swung the knife with the force of thunder. It was originally a quick decapitation move, but now she used it in a different way!
Qin's Secret Biography: Quick Cut.
"Beautiful first timer."
At that moment, she didn't even see the man's movements clearly.
A cold light flashed.
The dusk receded, leaving only the bright sword. The long knife was turned upside down and pointed at the tip of the ink knife. There was only a soft clang sound, and the slash was blocked by the long knife.
In less than 1 second, the two sides had fought for two rounds.
Ming Ke seemed to have no intention of pursuing him and only swung his sword lightly. Qin Qianbai closed the sword in advance and retreated several meters!
There was no trace of disappointment on Ming Ke's face, but he smiled even more heartily.
A smooth crack appeared next to his feet, and the front of the car where the two stood trembled slightly. Immediately afterwards...
The incision spreads and becomes a smooth cut surface. Taking this unprovoked slash mark as .asxs., one-third of the train's head slipped from the main body and fell from a high altitude!
This is exactly the result of Ming Ke's sudden attack. If the girl refuses to give up, her body will be split into two right now!
"……call."
Qin Qianbai took a breath for a moment, even she felt nervous at this moment.
Mingke stepped on the front of the car lightly, and the slipped car body stuck back to the train on its own. Ten more big hands sprouted from the front of the car, and they threw the ten manifest masters who had fallen to the ground one by one into the carriage behind.
His smile lost some of the care of his elders and was replaced by more curiosity and excitement belonging to a warrior.
——The consideration of the juniors ends here.
Qin Qianbai passed the gentle test.
The real showdown starts from now on.
The long knife once again lit up with a dim yellow color.
"Ming Dao, Ming Ke."
"The Qin family of the imperial capital, Qin Qianbai."
The two of them stepped forward at the same time and brandished their swords.
The moment the blades meet. Involuntarily, memories of my childhood flashed through my mind.
·
That was 12 years ago.
Qin Qianbai has just turned seven.
In the eyes of girls at that time, the world was simple and bright.
During the day, I spent half of my time in private school with my familiar playmates. The teachers are very strict, but the homework assigned is not too much. As a descendant of the Qin clan, she has more important things to do...
Practice martial arts.
Exercise your body and develop your skills. The remaining half of the time is spent doing this.
Grandpa said he named her Qianbai, not only because she lacked wood in the five elements, but also because he expressed his best wishes that although she was a thin grass, she would be as strong as a poplar. Qin Qianbai thought to herself that being strong means being powerful. The meaning of the name her grandfather gave her should be that as long as she is strong enough, it doesn't matter if she is a girl.
So she spent more time practicing martial arts, and the adults praised her and said she was really sensible.
It's a coincidence that at first she learned martial arts to make her elders happy. Later, as she practiced, she really found martial arts interesting. Because the elders demonstrated the skills once and she imitated them several times, she understood how to do them. The force, pace, and posture are all much faster to learn than the articles taught by teachers.
She felt that she was smarter than her other playmates in the family because they were all slow learners.
Gradually, more and more elders came to teach her. Some of them are uncles and aunts who can only be seen during festivals and festivals, and several are older elders who have never been seen at gatherings. After a while, grandpa, who always chatted with everyone with a smile, came to teach her martial arts in person.
Her playmates all said that she was very powerful, and her elders liked her from the bottom of their hearts. Her uncles and aunts not only taught her martial arts, but also talked to her about other things and listened to her talk about daily chores.
Among the masters in the family, the one with whom she has the best relationship is Uncle Ming, who is of the same generation as her parents.
The elders said she was a genius. The elders said Uncle Ming was also a genius. Even her grandfather said so. But she looked at Uncle Ming for a long time, and she couldn't tell that he looked like a genius at all: he often squatted with the children and asked them questions about TV and computers; he spoke very simply, as if he was the same age as himself; he rarely spoke When practicing at home, I always go out alone and come back with a lot of food; occasionally I stand alone in the courtyard and look at the sky, not knowing what I am thinking...
Only when learning martial arts can you see Uncle Ming's genius: the moves he teaches are as difficult as grandpa's, and it takes a while to master them.
It takes a long time to learn moves, and the time spent with Uncle Ming is longer than other elders, so the relationship naturally becomes better than other elders.
Every now and then, Uncle Ming would quietly take her out to play in the bustling areas of the imperial capital. At this time, he would always be accompanied by several classmates: a tall guy in black with a stinking look on his face and a lukewarm attitude toward everyone; a short, fat young man with a chubby figure who could hardly walk without breathing heavily; There is also a white-faced scholar wearing a high hat and talking interestingly.
Several people often quarreled when talking, talking about dragon disasters, school, important events of family and country, history and legends... They could quarrel about anything, and even though they said some unintelligible words, they reconciled after a while.
Uncle Ming rarely participates in quarrels. First, he is not good at verbal disputes. He is often interrupted by his classmates after saying a few words, and is rendered speechless. Second, he is not interested in many topics. When it comes to the world situation, the current emperor, who is impermanent, often frowns, covers his ears, and takes her to buy food to watch the excitement.
Uncle Ming said that they think too much and live very tiredly. She said that it is indeed true. Uncle Ming said that the most important thing in life is to be happy, and she said it was true.
She felt that these people were a bit strange, but anyway, everyone was very nice to her, so they didn't care that much. Besides, they quarrel every day, but Uncle Ming still goes out with these people every time, which shows that he is happy to be with them.
Maybe this is what older friends are like?
The peaceful time passed like this day by day. She spent every day with a smile and rarely felt unhappy.
Qin Qianbai thought that days like this would last forever.
Until the last day of winter that year.
That morning, Uncle Ming stood alone in the courtyard. She walked over and said hello, standing next to the man in green.
Uncle Ming said that he had many things he wanted to do, but after doing those things, he was very happy, but others may not be happy.
She said she should discuss it with her grandfather.
Uncle Ming said that he was learning the art of slaying dragons, but his grandfather was not as good at it as he was. What he hesitated about was whether he should do it thoroughly.
Grandpa often said that there is a fine line in life, and she thinks this sentence makes sense. So she advised, saying that if you do anything thoroughly, you will easily offend others, and you may even hurt yourself. Even if you do what you like, you should still keep a thin line.
Uncle Ming thought about it for a long time and said that if you leave something behind, you can keep your heart, but if you do it completely, you will lose it. How to choose depends on the person himself.
After Uncle Ming finished speaking, she left. She thought maybe Uncle Ming had been reading advanced articles these days and didn't think deeply.
At night, she woke up from her sleep and vaguely heard a commotion outside.
She thought that everyone was secretly doing some activity without telling her, and she slipped out of the door excitedly, but what she saw was not the lively scene she imagined, but people lying in a pool of blood.
Blood, a lot of blood, dyed the snow in the courtyard red. Her parents, uncles, and elders who usually treated her well were all lying in blood and snow.
There is a line of red footprints on the ground. She followed him, not knowing what she was thinking. She only remembered that her mind went blank at the time, wanting to see who had done such a thing.
Along the way, she saw more family members whose lives and deaths were unknown. She walked to the back hill and saw her grandfather's back.
Grandpa was confronting a man. She had never seen his expression so serious before.
The man was wearing green clothes, holding two knives, and was covered in blood. He stood in the bamboo forest on a snowy night and raised his hand to greet her.
"You're here, Qin Qianbai."
"I've always wanted to have a serious fight with everyone."
The man smiled with satisfaction and regret.
"I was very happy and saw a lot of moves. But none of them were as good as mine. Everyone was too weak."
"A family that relies on martial arts as its foundation needs to become stronger."
"What about you, Qin Qianbai?"
"I think you're stronger than them."
The man in green clothes walked in step by step, smiling as he usually did when taking her out to play.
"—Want to come to fight?"
·
Zheng!
The handle of the Mo Dao struck the Ming Dao blade, using offense as defense to avoid Ming Ke's slashing attack...
As it should be, the movement of the hand was slow for a moment. The dim yellow blade struck, and was about to cut off the ink knife and the girl's neck, but it stopped quietly.
"You're distracted."
"Well, I was thinking about my childhood."
There's nothing to be embarrassed about, just admit it openly.
After meeting this man again after more than ten years, it would be strange not to have any feelings in my heart. In contrast, he had always been calm and unhurried, which seemed extremely abnormal even from a warrior's perspective.
If the appearance of the mind were the same as that of ordinary people, they would never be able to do what they did back then.
Ming Ke groaned in distress.
"Do you hate me very much?"
The expressionless girl shook her head.
"I just think you are a really bad adult."
Ming Ke stretched out his brows and smiled.
"The most important thing is that people are alive and happy."
