"Haha, pretty boy, those three girls of yours have already run away. If you kneel down and call me grandpa, maybe I will be in a good mood today and only need one of your legs."
Hou Tonghai looked at Qin Shou proudly. He was very satisfied with the previous attack, and he seemed to be able to control Qin Shou.
"Pah, if you don't go to Concord Slices with a big head full of blood, and run out to join the underworld, you won't be afraid of bursting a blood vessel and killing yourself one day."
"You want me to surrender, are you worthy?"
Qin Shou cursed Hou Tonghai, but his eyes were aimed at Wang Yuyan and the three girls. When he saw that they had run more than ten meters away, he secretly praised his obedience.
So he turned to look at Hou Tonghai, stood up straight and took a deep breath, tilted his mouth and said proudly:
"Today I will let you experience your grandfather's and my [Baiyue Sword Technique]."
"It's definitely worth bragging about in your next life."
"Fart!" Hou Tonghai felt that Qin Shou was weirdly cruel, so he snorted coldly, raised his three-pronged fork and struck out.
"late!"
Qin Shou tapped the ground with his toes and stepped out into a green shadow.
The target was still not Hou Tonghai, but the Huanghe Gang disciples who were chasing Wang Yuyan and his three daughters.
When the sword came out, the sky was filled with sword shadows, incredibly fast.
Puff——
Several Huanghe Gang disciples were wounded by Qin Shou before they could react.
"Damn it!" Hou Tonghai was so angry that he took several steps in succession and blocked Qin Shou with the [three-pronged fork].
Sonorous!
The long sword was blocked by the [Three-pronged Fork], and Qin Shou's figure floated away.
"Come again!" Qin Shou glanced at the three women and saw that they had escaped far enough and were no longer distracted from fighting the enemy.
A sudden burst of strength.
The sword shadows were sharp and criss-crossed, weaving into a huge killing net that enveloped Hou Tonghai.
"Defeat Huashan, defeat Hengshan, defeat Taishan..."
The terrifying sword light kept slashing at Hou Tonghai.
The last sword was beyond Hou Tonghai's cognition, and struck his right ear first and second.
Pfft——
When the sword light ended, a broken ear flew into the sky, and Hou Tonghai was seen covering his right cheek and letting out a miserable scream.
"Ah...my ears, my ears."
"Deputy Gang Leader! How are you?"
Seeing Qin Shou's fierceness and unpredictable swordsmanship, no one from the other gangs dared to step forward to fight back. Instead, they all gathered around Hou Tonghai to comfort him.
"Kill, kill him for me!"
Hou Tonghai pointed at Qin Shou and wanted to cut him into pieces. Seeing this, the other gang members became hesitant.
Fortunately, there was a smart man who picked up Hou Tonghai's ear and advised:
"Deputy Gang Leader, this man's sword skills are too weird. Why don't we go back first, reattach his ears, and then ask the Gang Leader to cut off his limbs and imprison him under the Yellow River forever."
"That's okay."
"Even if he is lucky!" Although Hou Tonghai is a fool, he also knows the principle of running away if he can't fight, and he knows that he is no match for Qin Shou.
He left a harsh word and ran away.
"Idiot!" After a moment, Qin Shou saw that the other party's troops were gone, and sat down on the ground, breathing heavily.
The first time I used [Baiyue Sword Technique], I didn't expect that it would consume so much. Three years of internal energy could only sustain seven breaths.
If Hou Tonghai was not frightened during these seven breaths, then he would have no choice but to run away.
"[The Hibernation Skill] is either good or not. It seems that if you want to get ahead in the martial arts world, you must first develop internal skills and mental skills above the local level."
"Otherwise, you can only be a real man for five seconds."
Qin Shou did not dare to stay where he was for a long time, so he quickly got up and left towards Yangzhou.
…
The setting sun dyes a small patch of sky red, and the night expands on the horizon.
Qin Shou was holding a worthless long sword, like a wandering swordsman, with a hint of desolation in his loneliness.
Seeing the city wall right in front, suddenly, a burst of curses came from behind:
"The kid in front, stay away, or I'll hit you and kill you."
Qin Shou frowned slightly, turned around and saw a group of seven people riding fast horses charging towards him.
With his physique, he didn't dare to be brushed by that big horse. He was so frightened that he flew to the left and almost got eaten by a dog.
"Haha, little brother, I'm sorry."
"When you get to the city, remember to come to [Wangxianju], Lao Hei, I'll treat you to dinner." The black-faced man who shouted the most happily among the seven people turned around and said with a smile.
Then he rode a thousand miles and disappeared into the rolling dust.
"Your sister!"
"Is it amazing to have a horse?"
Qin Shou, who was already a little depressed, became even more unlucky after this experience.
However, with his keen eyesight, he discovered that among the seven people, the woman guarded in the middle was quite good-looking, noble and decent, and quite elegant.
As for the black-faced man who almost hit him.
He was covered in fat, and there was a purple-gold black whip hanging on the saddle. At first glance, he was no ordinary thing.
Dusting himself off, Qin Shou had no intention of taking revenge.
In the world of martial arts, he was just a passerby. If he thought about revenge on others all day long, he would probably be dead on the streets within three days.
"As a human being, you should be more open-minded." Qin Shou comforted himself and hurried towards the city gate.
"Do you have the waist card? I don't have a tael of silver." The soldier guarding the city said.
"Here." Qin Shou gained a lot last night and made thousands of taels of silver from the "Yellow River Dead Ghost".
A tael of silver was nothing to him.
"There is a seven-day curfew in the city. You are not allowed to go out at night. Otherwise, you will be thrown into prison." The soldiers reminded them well, and then continued to collect taxes and money.
"Curfew?" Qin Shou was a little surprised. Along the way, he didn't find any city with a curfew.
In a famous flower city like Yangzhou, if there is a sudden curfew, wouldn't it be a waste of the money of the flower customers?
Thinking back and forth, Qin Shou continued to walk towards his home according to his memory.
In his memory, his adoptive father was a tofu maker.
I sell tofu every day before dawn, and start grinding tofu before dark.
Nine to five, over and over again, extremely boring.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I arrived in front of my home, I saw that half of the familiar door was in pieces, and the other half was pitch black, with only a small stump left.
Looking sideways into the courtyard, Qin Shou was even more shocked.
The two buildings on the left and right, including the familiar mill, only have a few standing pillars left, and everything else has turned into nothingness.
It had obviously been burned by fire, and it was completely empty, with nothing left.
"Hey, what's going on? My house is on fire?" Qin Shou couldn't accept this sudden and tragic scene.
I couldn't help but wander around, wanting to find someone to ask for details.
Fortunately, at this time, an old man who had some impression in his mind came over. Qin Shou hurriedly stepped forward and asked:
"Uncle Liu, what's wrong with my family?"
Uncle Liu was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened, even more excited than Qin Shou: "You... you... are you that little boring gourd of the Qin family?"
Bored gourd?
Qin Shou nodded awkwardly: "Yes, it's me."
"Hey, why are you back?" Uncle Liu seemed to have thought of something, pulled Qin Shou aside, and said nervously:
"Boy Qin, run away, your father killed someone."
