Shui Sheng was captured by the Blood Knife Ancestor again like in the original work? This time, without Di Yun's help, the danger was greatly increased.
After listening to Ma Daming's report, Zhao Qing frowned and said: "With the martial arts of the Blood Knife Ancestor, he still wanted to escape, so he was jointly pursued by Nan Siqi? I wonder if he kidnapped Shui Sheng first and angered 'Luohua Liushui' , or was Shui Sheng captured on the way to be hunted down first and taken as a hostage?"
According to the "Weapons Book" she had previously ranked, the Blood Knife Ancestor's martial arts ranked fourth in the world, surpassing any single person among the Four Wonders of the South.
And this is because it is not suitable for the underworld to surpass the famous "Four Northern Weirds" and "Four Southern Weirds" in the world, so Yuan Fanghu, who is suspected of being a descendant of Yuan Chengzhi, was placed above them. .
At the same level of strength, the blood knife ancestor's actual combat bonus is amazing, and with the blood knife in hand, it is not a big problem to kill opponents of the same level alone. Wanting to hunt him down, at least two or three of the Southern Four were dispatched.
Ma Daming thought for a while and said: "It is indeed Nan Siqi, and most of them were the hostages captured later. According to the news I heard, the Blood Knife ancestor was chased by them after visiting the brothel."
It is not unusual for an evil monk from the Blood Knife Sect to visit a brothel, but he still has to go to a brothel with Shui Sheng, who is as beautiful as a jade. This greatly underestimates the evil nature of the Blood Knife Patriarch. .
"Miss Shuisheng is really unlucky." Zhao Qing sighed, tied the bamboo stick around his waist, and asked Ma Daming: "Where is the approximate location of the blood knife ancestor?"
Being kidnapped by people from the Blood Knife Sect, no matter what, there will be a lot more criticism against her in the world.
Although the Blood Knife Ancestor has to deal with Nan Siqi's pursuit, he probably won't act so quickly, but he should still rescue him as soon as possible.
But having said that, after this incident, Shui Sheng and Wang Xiaofeng may not be together again? Is this biased toward good or toward bad?
Ma Daming stretched out his hand and made several gestures in mid-air, and finally said with certainty: "It should be in the west of the city."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a flash of green shadow in front of his eyes. Zhao Qing had climbed over the backyard wall and headed west.
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In the west of Jingzhou City, there is a remote private house.
An extremely old monk wearing black robes sat cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes and practicing Qigong. He has a pointed head and cut ears, and his face is covered with wrinkles, like a zombie. Although his expression is stern, he naturally reveals a sinister look.
A few feet away, Shui Sheng, who was dressed in white and had a pretty face, had her acupuncture points pressed, and her back was against an earthen wall. She opened her big round eyes, and her face looked extremely frightened.
Further outside, there stood an old man with gray hair and wrinkles on his face.
His appearance looks quite honest, like the most ordinary farmer in the countryside. He seems to be the original owner of this room. From time to time, he glances at the other two uninvited guests whose status is obviously unusual.
However, the strange thing is that he is holding a sharp sword that has been cut off in half, and there is a new stab wound on his thigh that has just stopped bleeding.
After a long time, the old monk suddenly stood up slowly, with his left foot raised, the sole of the foot facing the sky, and his right foot standing on the ground, with his hands open and upward.
But seeing the old monk standing on one foot like this, he was like a stone statue, not shaking at all.
After a while, with a cry, the old monk suddenly jumped up, turned around and fell down. He put his hands on the ground and put his head on the ground. He stretched his hands to the left and right, put his feet together, and stood upright towards the sky.
Shui Sheng looked at the blood knife monk's increasingly weird posture, her heart was beating wildly, and she was terrified. She caught a glimpse of the old man standing beside her with her peripheral vision, and kept blinking to indicate, thinking to herself:
This old man's martial arts are quite good. He just fought against the Blood Sword Monk. He should be a righteous senior who has been living in seclusion in a remote part of the city.
It's a pity that the old man failed to recognize my identity. If he escaped and asked my father for help while the evil monk was practicing, he should be able to escape, and he might also have a chance to be rescued.
Can he understand what I mean when I blink like this? If I can escape from the clutches of the evil monk today, my father and uncles will be rewarded a hundred times in the future.
But no matter how Shui Sheng blinked and frowned, the old man not far away acted as if he hadn't seen him, which made her shed tears.
After some time, under Shui Sheng's horrified eyes, the old monk opened his eyes and stopped his practice, walked up to the two of them, and laughed a few times.
The peasant-like old man threw the long sword in his hand to the ground and asked with a trembling expression: "Master, I wonder which senior master of the Blood Knife Sect you are? What should you call me?"
"I am the leader of this generation of the Blood Knife Sect. You can call me by my title, 'Blood Knife Ancestor'." The old monk glanced at the old man for a few times and suddenly asked: "That hand just now seemed so good." Liancheng swordsmanship, you must be Qi Changfa, the 'Iron Lock Hengjiang'."
The Blood Knife Ancestor looked at Qi Changfa dressed as a farmer with a ferocious smile on his face, and was so shocked that he broke out in cold sweat.
Ever since Qi Changfa "assassinated his senior brother" but was actually built into a wall by Wan Zhenshan and escaped by feigning death, he found the most remote and secluded place in Jingzhou City to live temporarily. Not going out, just waiting for the opportunity to take revenge on Wan Zhenshan, just like his nickname "Iron Lock Hengjiang".
However, more than a month ago, Wan Zhenshan was killed by a heroine who suddenly appeared and said that she had grasped the location of the treasure.
Qi Changfa didn't really believe this, but suspected that the other party wanted to steal the "Liancheng Sword Manual" that he had obtained, so he hid it deeper in the private houses in the west of the city.
However, by some coincidence, the Blood Knife Ancestor also wanted to find a private house in the west of the city to hide in in order to avoid Nan Siqi's pursuit. Perhaps because the two of them were equally good at choosing and judging hidden locations, they actually found the same location.
When the Blood Knife Ancestor saw a martial arts expert hiding here, he immediately used his sword to defeat and chop Qi Changfa. At the same time, he recognized the sword technique used by the opponent, so he spared his life. He also guessed Qi Changfa's age based on his appearance. his identity.
"Ancestor, what is the identity of this girl? I wonder what the ancestor's orders are?" Qi Changfa pointed to Shui Sheng beside him and asked.
He wiped the cold sweat from his face and looked a little calmer than before. Obviously, most of the fear in his previous words was disguised to make the Blood Knife Ancestor reduce his murderous intention.
Shui Sheng became more and more desperate when she saw that the "righteous senior" she had imagined before suddenly turned into Qi Changfa, who had a bad reputation, and even surrendered to the evil monk on the spot.
"Hehe," the Blood Knife Ancestor looked at Shui Sheng carefully for a few times with a smile, then turned to Qi Changfa and said:
"Qi Changfa, right? How did the ancestor's disciples die in Jingzhou City? There are also clues about Liancheng's treasures. As long as you know the content, tell me as soon as possible. Otherwise..."
He suddenly reached out to his waist, and with a flick of his hand, there was a soft Burmese knife in his hand. The blade of the knife couldn't help trembling, as if it were a living snake. However, it was very scary to see that the blade of the knife was completely dark red and the blood was faint.
