ten steps one kill

A ray of light floated in the distant sky.

The gold-encrusted clouds roll like waves, pushing the end of the sky farther and higher, and squeezing Yingzhou Island even narrower and smaller.But in such an inconspicuous land, there are still crowds of people, and the undercurrent is raging.

Before the night fell, restlessness permeated the crowd.

Yan Qianfan walked away from the crowd, avoiding the search of the sword guards of Zhujianzhuang, and after several rounds and rounds, he finally found the mill by the riverside.

Before leaving, he firmly engraved the situation in the mill in his mind. When he opened the door again, except for the sunlight leaking into the window edge, the rest was consistent with the appearance in his memory, and there was no abnormality.He breathed a long sigh of relief, and beckoned Zhao Qiancheng to enter the door together.

It was Zhao Qiancheng's first visit, and a faint look of excitement appeared on his face.Along the way, his drunken and sickly state has improved a lot, as if a new spring gushed out of a dry well suddenly, his eyes shimmered, he looked around, and urged: "You hide the treasure Where is it?"

Yan Qianfan didn't dare to be negligent, and immediately replied: "You will wait a while, and I will look for it right away."

Although he ran away, he was still dressed in brocade and satin robes. In order to find the sword, he had to squat down in a corner, and half of his body was buried in the haystack. Soon his head and body were covered with dead poles and Dust.

Zhao Qiancheng stood aside, arms folded, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.For the people born in Yingzhou Island, the Yan family was originally an unattainable wall, but at this moment, the second head of the Yan family obeyed him and was polite in every possible way, making him feel complacent.

Yan Qianfan finally stood up, grabbed the cold iron hidden in the deepest part of his hand, slowly lifted it, and said, "Look, this is Mo Xie Sword."

Zhao Qiancheng leaned in front of him and looked down.

A few months ago, the Mo Xie sword was excavated from the quarry in southern Xinjiang by Song Yungui, the master of Dongfeng Hall, and then sent to Zhujianzhuang to taste the authenticity.The scabbard and the hilt have been polished, the protruding corners have been polished more times, and the paint color has faded a little, while the sunken gap is the opposite, because the whetstone is hard to reach, and there are still dark red spots left. Rust, the dense rust spots are crowded together, like frost flowers on the window in winter.

Different from the new sword that was bathed in glory and emerged from the furnace, the Moxie sword is an old thing after all. It was lost in the war and buried deep in the soil. The traces left by time are difficult to erase easily with the hands of ordinary people Said to imitate exactly the same fake.

An expert can tell the authenticity of this sword with just one glance.

It's a pity that Zhao Qiancheng is just a layman, and he doesn't know the goods. When he saw the faded spots on the sword, he immediately showed contempt: "Your scrap metal is a famous sword, isn't it a lie? ?”

Yan Qianfan frowned slightly, showing displeasure, but still replied in a kind tone: "If you don't understand by looking at the sheath, then you should understand by looking at the sharp edge."

After speaking, he shook his wrist and pulled the sword heart out of the sheath a little.

Even though the surface of the scabbard was eroded by time, the heart of the sword that was folded in the sheath was never damaged at all.When the famous sword was unsheathed, even the sound was extraordinary. The cold iron slid across the inner cavity, as if it had slid across a smooth pebble. Light.

People who practice martial arts know the story of Mo Xie, the general. This sword lost its lover when it was born.

After all, Yan Qianfan is from the Yan family, and his love for famous swords seems to be engraved in his bones. Witnessing such a grand scene, he admired it from the bottom of his heart, and found that the person opposite him had been silent, so he took the initiative to say: "You see, this This is the true demeanor of Mo Xiejian."

After all, he raised his sword-holding hands even higher, almost approaching Zhao Qiancheng's eyes, hoping for the other party's approval.

Zhao Qiancheng still didn't answer, but raised his eyebrows and pursed his mouth into a line, showing a strange expression, which made people wonder why.It was only then that Yan Qianfan remembered that this person was not good at kung fu, and how could he know how to appreciate weapons. He lowered his gaze, showing a bit of dismay, and said: "Since you don't use a sword, it's no wonder you can't tell the truth from the fake. It is a vicious weapon, so you should not touch it in the future."

As he said that, he wanted to put the sword back into its sheath.

However, he didn't hear the soft sound of the sword, but first heard the violent humming like a landslide in his ears.

The buzzing was fake, it was an illusion caused by the pain on the body, the pain came from the wrist, half of his wrist seemed to be paralyzed suddenly, the sudden sharp pain rushed to his forehead, making his eyes turn white, A nausea deep in the throat.

There are foreign enemies! ——His instinct was so loud, after a moment of dizziness, he looked around, but the door was still closed, and there was no suspicious shadow outside the window.

Another stabbing pain came, spreading all over the body along the back of the hand.This time, even if he didn't want to believe it, he had to admit that the person who plotted against him came from his eyes.

The pulse on the side of the neck protruded like a pillar, causing the entire cheek to twist.He opened his distorted eyes wide and stared at Zhao Qiancheng, who was just a few feet away.

Zhao Qiancheng held a cedar needle in his hand.

Yan Qianfan is very familiar with cedar needles. This is his invention. The kung fu in Xiling Village is mainly spear skills, focusing on close combat, but not good at long-distance attacks and secret tricks. So he used his sword-making skills to Imitate the shape of the branches and leaves of alpine cedar to create a kind of throwing object. The outline is like a fan, and the thorns are like a comb. It can be hidden at the bottom of the sleeve on weekdays and used as a hidden weapon for self-defense.

He didn't know why Zhao Qiancheng was holding a cedar needle, let alone why the tip of the needle was poisoned and pierced into the back of his hand impartially.

"What are you doing...?"

There is no need to ask, Mo Xiejian has slipped from his palm, like a servant who has betrayed his master, he can't wait to rush into Zhao Qiancheng's fingers.

The sound of water hitting a stone from its sheath again sounded in his ears, and then, the sharpest ancient famous sword completely got rid of the shackles of the scabbard, revealing its razor-sharp sharpness.

The tip of the sharp point happened to be at the bottom of his throat.

Zhao Qian said: "It really is a good sword, it seems that you didn't lie to me."

Yan Qianfan turned pale with shock, his back felt cold, Mo Xie's sword was so sharp that it made his jaw feel chilly, although the opponent's way of holding the sword was immature and chaotic, but with the current situation, as long as he simply flipped his wrist , it can easily wipe his throat.

But he couldn't die yet, he struggled, endured the discomfort caused by the poison, stretched out his arms with all his strength, grabbed Zhao Qiancheng's shoulders with trembling fingers, and pushed them out with all his strength.

The two wrestled into a ball like children.

Yan Qianfan questioned: "Where did you get the cedar needles? Didn't you plot against Brother Feng?"

Zhao Qiancheng didn't answer, but wrestled with him with his brows furrowed, like an enraged beast, roaring hysterically from the depths of his throat: "My surname is Yan! Your baby is mine, go die!"

Shock appeared on Yan Qianfan's face, as if he couldn't believe that he had been betrayed.During the interval of resistance, he shouted: "Let go of me! I won't harm you, I'm here to save you!"

But Zhao Qiancheng only answered him with a sneer: "Do you think I am stupid? There is only one antidote, and even if you get it, you will never leave it to me. I have been used once by Yan, and I will never do it again." Be fooled a second time!"

"You misunderstood!" Yan Qianfan argued vigorously, "I never intended to monopolize the antidote, I wanted to bring the black hands behind the scenes to the stage, and I wanted to save each of you!"

Zhao Qiancheng laughed out loud as if he had heard a wonderful joke.

Yan Qianfan took advantage of his slack moment and grabbed his wrist.

The poison on the cedar needles was not high-quality, although the instant effect was strong, but the stamina was very shallow. He secretly exercised his kung fu to adjust his breath, and the strength on his arm had recovered [-]%, and he was [-]% sure of dealing with a person who did not know martial arts.

So, regardless of the danger, he fought back without hesitation.

Although Zhao Qiancheng was not good at martial arts, his reaction was quick enough, and he quickly realized his disadvantage. The moment before his wrist was grabbed, he retreated decisively, gave up the idea of ​​killing, and raised Mo Xie sword instead, desperately Turning around quickly, he ran towards the door with reckless steps.

Yan Qianfan rushed to nothing, staggered and stood firm, and found that the opponent had already escaped, hurriedly urged lightness kung fu, and chased after him with vigorous steps.

Zhao Qiancheng's hand touched the door, immediately knocked off the latch, and pulled it open forcefully. This action forced him to stop on the spot. In an instant, Yan Qianfan's shadow had caught up with his head. As soon as it got hot, the hand stretched out from behind like a vise, locking his shoulder blades firmly.

Even if a layman who doesn't understand martial arts is lucky enough to get a sword, he is no match for a real martial arts master. Yan Qianfan unloaded Zhao Qiancheng's strength with agility like dismantling cargo.Zhao Qiancheng's shoulders and back convulsed, he let go of the doorknob with one hand, and let go of the scabbard with the other.Mo Xiejian slid out of his hand again, the scabbard with the heart of the sword, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Yan Qianfan stepped on the sword with the soles of his feet, and at the same time pulled Zhao Qiancheng's shoulders, quickly threw him to the ground, and then straddled him, holding onto his collar tightly with both hands.

The door was out of control, and it swayed around its axis with the remaining strength. The gap in the door was wide and narrow at times, making the light that leaked into the mill flicker and dim, as if a firework exploded above the head, flickering. more than.

Zhao Qiancheng was crushed to the ground, frowned, coughed violently, and a look of pain appeared on his face.Yan Qianfan saw his expression condescendingly, immediately relaxed the strength in his hand, and said, "Stop messing around and obediently listen to me, I don't want to hurt you."

"Heh...hehe..." Zhao Qiancheng broke free from one arm, wiped the dust on his cheek with the back of his hand, and made a mocking sound from the base of his nose.

His eyes were half-closed, but a messy shadow flashed across the eyelids. The light at the door was already flickering and flickering, but at this moment, another layer of disturbance was added, as if a pair of hands had reached into the clear pool, stirring up the water in the pool.

Someone is coming from a distance.

Zhao Qiancheng raised the corners of his mouth, chuckled lightly, raised his neck suddenly, pointed the tip of his head towards the direction where the door was open, and shouted: "Come here, Yan Erzhuang has taken the initiative to kill!"

"Shut up, don't shout!" Yan Qianfan stretched out his hands in a panic, folded his palms on his lips, and pressed them tightly, as if his mouth had become a hole in the bottom of the boat, and if it was not blocked, it would lead to disaster , sank to the bottom of the water, forever lost.

Zhao Qiancheng struggled desperately with all his strength, opened his mouth wide, and bit Yan Qianfan's fingers mercilessly with his teeth like wild animals.

The shadows falling on the two of them became more and more chaotic, and the shaking of the door had stopped, but the chaotic footsteps showed no sign of stopping, on the contrary, they became louder and more urgent.

Someone is coming.

Who is coming?Why come?How to deal with it?

Yan Qianfan panicked to the extreme.He picked up the Moxie sword that fell by his feet, shook off the scabbard, and pressed the sharp point of the sword against Zhao Qiancheng's neck, ordering: "Tell me your secret, and I will let you go. Otherwise..."

"Otherwise?" Zhao Qiancheng asked back: "If you have the ability, you will kill me?"

The voice of the man with the sword trembled.

The person who was threatened by Jianfeng had a calm expression, and even a smile appeared on his mouth.

"You dare not die, but you also dare not let others die, Yan Qianfan, you are really a coward."

Yan Qianfan froze.Born cowardly, swaying from side to side, with nowhere to go, he never hated it.

The figures in the distance had already approached the door, hearing footsteps, there were at least a dozen people.The overlapping shadows completely cover the sunlight that leaks through the crack of the door.

Yan Qianfan wanted to stab the sword, then turned and ran away.

It's still too late.

But his hand didn't listen to his commands, and he couldn't cross this inch distance to take away Zhao Qiancheng's life no matter what.If kindness is cowardice, he is much weaker than the man under the sword.

The mill door was knocked open.

Feeling a burst of despair, he raised his head violently, and it was Feng Guangsheng's face that jumped into his eyes.

"What are you doing?"

There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes: "Brother Feng, help me, he...he..."

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Guangsheng rushed to his side, and the familiar body temperature followed his shoulder.He breathed a sigh of relief, slowly relaxed his extremely tense body, and took a deep breath. For many years, he was used to fighting side by side with this person, protecting him from life to death. He didn't even think about why Feng Guangsheng appeared here. Just follow the instinct and put down the hanging heart.

The only remaining eye was blurred by sweat. In the intermittent vision, he saw Zhao Qiancheng seemed to be looking at Feng Guangsheng, his lips moved, as if he had said something. sink.

Zhao Qiancheng twitched suddenly, his stiff limbs lifted and fell, like a straw doll falling from a height to the ground.There was a patch of red on the chest, like a blooming flower, followed by a hot smell, permeating the air, very much like the smell that Yan Qianfan had smelled on the battlefield or in the sea of ​​fire.

Mo Xie sword was stuck in Zhao Qiancheng's chest.

The ancient famous sword is so sharp that even if it tore open a person's chest, it did not leave a too harsh touch, as if what was severed was not flesh and blood, but soft clouds and loose soil.

But where the sword's edge passed, what gushed out was fresh blood, fresh life.

Yan Qianfan didn't know what happened, but watched Zhao Qiancheng's cheeks gradually distort, the face that was exactly the same as his own was twisted into a terrifying shape due to pain, his pupils were dilated and gradually lost their luster, like stains on the wall, and But the whites of the eyes seemed to burst out of the eyes, spreading farther away.

As if watching another self die in the mirror.

Yan Qianfan's eyes widened, but Feng Guangsheng had already left his side at some point, stood aside, pointed at his nose, and asked, "You...why do you want to kill someone?"

kill?Did he kill Zhao Qiancheng?

Mo Xie sword was still in his palm.

His hands froze in place: "I, I didn't..."

The chaotic footsteps finally stopped, and the swaying shadow also stopped.

He looked around in a daze, passed over Feng Guangsheng's shoulder, and touched an unexpected face.

An Guangsha.

An Guangsha's gaze fell on Yan Qianfan like a torch, burning the last trace of luck in the latter's heart to ashes.

Yan Qianfan froze in place like a rock, he was still straddling Zhao Qiancheng's body, the sword was still in his hand, and the tip of the sword was still buried in the opponent's body.

Zhao Qiancheng has stopped talking, his lips have turned purple, and there is a pus and blood leaking from between his lips.

People from Xiling village poured in one after another, and quickly filled most of this remote thatched hut. The runaway water wheel was still flying outside the window, rolling up the roaring waves. Feng Guangsheng's voice was caught in it, and it sounded even louder than usual Panic: "Brother, just now I saw Yan Qianfan coming out of the gambling house with a person, and his whereabouts were surreptitious. At that time, I felt strange, but I didn't expect that I guessed it right."

An Guangsha glanced at Feng Guangsheng, then stepped forward quickly, knelt down in front of Zhao Qiancheng, pressed his chest, throat, and finally touched the bottom of his nose with both hands, as if trying to save his life.However, after a while, he stopped what he was doing, shook his head and sighed.

There was a whimper from the crowd.

Following An Guangsha came the Zhao couple who opened a wonton shop in the town.A couple of old men over half a century old with gray hair suddenly saw their son fell to the ground with a sword stuck in his chest, and lost half of his soul in fright on the spot.When hearing An Guangsha's sentence.The frail old lady tilted her head and passed out, while the equally thin old man mustered all his strength and rushed to the dead body recklessly. Feng Guangsheng hugged his shoulders midway.

"Master, it's dangerous, don't go there..."

"Cheng'er, my Cheng'er." The miserable cry echoed under the low eaves, "Save him, please save him..."

Yan Qianfan stared blankly at the chaos in front of him.

He recognized the face of this weeping old man. This man originally had a pair of kind eyes, and the wontons he cooked were sweet, reminding him of the happy days in the past.This moment.The hoarse and haggard cry turned into a sharp claw, piercing through his chest, tearing those flashing memories to pieces, dripping with blood.

All the people in the Xiling village showed their expressions of indignation.

Feng Guangsheng pointed to his nose: "Yan Qianfan, this brother surnamed Zhao has no grievances or enmity with you, just because he looks similar to you, he will go to prison for you to take the blame, now he survived so easily, but you still want Is it true that the reputation of the Yan family is more important than human life?"

"Kill... silence?"

"Everyone is gone, what else do you have to argue?!"

Yan Qianfan staggered to his feet, took two steps back, with a dazed face, his eyes moved away from Zhao Qiancheng's body, just in time to meet the gaze of Shang'an Guangsha.

He saw the turbulent emotions in An Guangsha's eyes - puzzlement, suspicion, hatred, harshness - such violent emotions almost made him forget that he worked hard at all costs and risked himself for the sake of It was to save this man's life.

Standing against the back yesterday, tit for tat today, what kind of different path will we embark on tomorrow.

The old man broke free from Feng Guangsheng's arm, lay on the corpse and cried loudly, crying for the miserable fate, and also crying for the justice and conscience that had nowhere to turn.Tears are like a river in the desert, dry and turbid, running down the cheeks covered with gullies, and finally dripping down the jaw, just falling on the blood-stained sword.

The mottled hand stretched out slowly, five fingers trembling, trying to hold the sword.However, the weak and weak wrist can't support its weight.

Feng Guangsheng took a step forward, instead of the old man, he took the Mo Xie sword into his palm and lifted it up vigorously.

The tip of the sword was pulled out from Zhao Qiancheng's chest, drawing an arc of blood. Yan Qianfan looked at it blankly, and Feng Guangsheng had come to his side. Using the handle as the body of the gun, he used the "Dragon Turning Back" move in the marksmanship, the sword turned into the tail of the gun, and hit Yan Qianfan on the back of the neck impartially.

Feng Guangsheng exerted so much force, as if he poured his anger into his hands, mercilessly, the blunt and heavy iron was like an iron awl, nailed into Yan Qianfan's bones.

Yan Qianfan felt his eyes go dark, and when he came back to his senses, his knees had already touched the ground.

Kneeling in front of his former companion, all the strength in his body was drained, replaced by a mark of shame.

He couldn't raise his head, because everyone's contemptuous eyes fell on him one after another. His back was like a boulder rolling down from the top of a mountain, and he was almost suffocated.

His hair was scattered from the hair crown, hanging randomly on his forehead, his cheeks were buried in the shadow of the hanging hair, and the expression on his face could not be discerned.

He heard Feng Guangsheng's indignant voice: "Dignified Xiling Village, why did you become such a scum, don't bother me today, I will clean up the house for you brothers."

The clear and upright voice was full of familiarity, he thought, the owner of this voice once called him brothers, had a long talk on the roof of the highest place in Xiling Village, and yelled like a child in the snowstorm on the top of the mountain , the past is still in front of my eyes, but the reality in front of me is more like a nightmare.

Yan Qianfan has not yet woken up from the dream.

Feng Guangsheng raised his sword high.

"Slow down!" It was another familiar voice that stopped the sword from falling.

It was An Guangsha who spoke.

"Brother!" Feng Guangsheng took the conversation away from the other party, "Are you going to forgive him? If he doesn't pay for his life today, how can he be worthy of the two old people?"

An Guangxia said: "I just told you not to be impulsive. Even if you kill someone to pay for your life, you have to be punished by the government. Xiling Village is not allowed to use private,,,, punishment."

Feng Guangsheng was stunned: "Even if Xiling Village is not comparable to the government, there are still rules! The disciples commit crimes, how can we just sit back and watch?"

An Guangsha's tone revealed an undeniable majesty: "Yan Qianfan is not from Xiling Village, and the Moye Sword in his hand is probably stolen, at least he should be handed over to Master Yan for disposal."

At this time, the old man who had been lying on the corpse raised his head, stood up staggeringly, grabbed An Guangsha's arm, and said, "I can't hand it over to Master Yan, he asked my innocent son to kill his younger brother... He never put us people in his eyes at all... If it was handed over to him...he would forget us in a blink of an eye..."

An Guangsha was speechless.

This time, without waiting for Feng Guangsheng to speak, all the people in Xiling village said one after another: "Famous and decent families are all dogs, but our Xiling village is different, we are fair!"

"Be fair! Kill the sinner!"

"Life for life! Eliminate harm for the people!"

Yan Qianfan still lowered his head, the noisy voice did not fill his ears, and the chaotic pictures did not jump into his eyes.He was tired, he felt exhausted like never before, the world around him seemed to be plunged into eternal darkness, the sun and the moon faded, and the sky and the earth were ignorant.

Until he felt a faint push against his knee.

He knelt on the stiff bluestone slab, bearing a heavy burden, his knees were dry and painful, and he almost lost consciousness.

But that burst of power was like a tiny tide, slight but persistent, washing his skin one after another.

He opened his eyes, and it was Zhao Qiancheng's trembling fingers that jumped into his eyes.

Yan Qianfan couldn't believe that Zhao Qiancheng was still alive.

But the so-called living is just the last faint breath, Zhao Qiancheng can't even open his eyes, the only part of his body that can move is below the elbow, and the range that can be touched is only Yan Qianfan's side, so he stretched out With a hand that was as stiff as a puppet, he pushed the opponent's knee with all his strength.

Yan Qianfan stared at him, only to see that his lips moved slightly, and the two lips were bent into a circle, as if he was repeating a word.

"In...in..."

What is he trying to say?Is it a secret that has not been confessed?

Yan Qianfan finally raised his head, glanced around hastily, and finally landed on Feng Guangsheng.

Feng Guangsheng stood behind him, holding a sword in his hand, watching the passionate scene in front of him, with a hidden smile on the corner of his mouth.

Yan Qianfan seemed to have been severely injured again, the back of his neck was in pain, but his head was extremely calm.He finally woke up from the nightmare and faced Feng Guangsheng's face for the first time. He thought, this person was once regarded as a brother by him, but he betrayed him after all. A drama of framing.He thought, this person is no longer the brother Feng he knew, but a complete stranger, even if he swung his sword to chop off his head, he would never show any regret.

Zhao Qiancheng's movements stopped, his hand was still hanging in the air, and he slowly stretched out his index finger. The knuckles could not be straightened, so they could only be raised slightly at a curled angle, pointing to his back.

He was against the light, with windows behind him. The windows of the mill were narrower than those of the houses, covered by bamboo curtains, and a corner of the water wheel was faintly exposed through the gaps in the bamboo sheets.

The setting sun coated the surface of the old wooden utensils with a layer of golden-red glow, and the water wheel seemed to have turned into a fire wheel. The water splashed out seemed to be burning, thrown high, and then fell heavily into the river.

The river was rushing, and the golden waves were turbulent.

Yan Qianfan watched and listened, his knees were still cold and stinging, but he felt a trace of warmth in his heart, it was the cold ashes being illuminated by a flame again.

Zhao Qiancheng's curled fingertips seemed to be saying - hope, and hope.

Hope is the worst thing in this world, obviously he is exhausted and empty like an empty puppet, but hope still strangles his neck, forcing him to run forward, not allowing him to stop for a moment.

Zhao Qiancheng's hand finally fell down.

Then, like a toad, he turned over, kicked his feet on the ground, and jumped up.

His chest was almost pierced by the sword, his vest was soaked in a pool of blood, most of the cloth was stained red, and his complexion turned pale and blue due to the excessive blood loss. strength.

He rushed in Feng Guangsheng's direction and hugged the latter's waist.

"You liar...you...have to die...!"

His broken throat could no longer make any sound, only his lips moved, as if uttering curse words.

Feng Guangsheng was taken aback by his surprise attack without warning. He lowered his head and met a pair of bloodshot eyes. The flames of hatred were burning in his eyes, which made him feel a burst of instinctive fear.

The sword that was supposed to fall was also delayed by half a moment.

It was at this moment that Yan Qianfan got away from the sword and grabbed his arm.

Zhao Qiancheng, who was on the verge of death, had no strength in his body, but Yan Qianfan was different. He was caught off guard with a blow with all his strength, and there was a blunt click on his wrist, and he was broken and dislocated by the opponent.

Because of this, Mo Xiejian fell into Yan Qianfan's hands.

With a roar, he pushed Zhao Qiancheng's body away, and the latter fell back to the ground like a piece of soft tofu, face down, his hands and feet twisted into strange shapes.The bridge of his nose was crooked, and he never moved again.

The accident came suddenly, and everyone froze in place.

Feng Guangsheng glanced at the corpse, and after a short flash, he got an even uglier death.He couldn't imagine how painful it would be to die like this, this useless trash who wasted his life, but gave up the last sliver of success and peace, just to add to his troubles.

He turned his head and raised his voice: "Brother Zhao's vengeance has not been avenged, and it is difficult to rest in peace! Everyone, catch Yan Qianfan quickly!"

Yan Qianfan seemed to be alive again, injecting new and abundant vitality into his legs and feet, with the momentum of hitting the south wall without looking back, he flew around the millstone and haystack, and ran towards the window.

Feng Guangsheng yelled: "Quick, don't let him run away!"

Countless footsteps came one after another, and the moment Zhao Qiancheng fought for with his life was quickly exhausted.

He didn't dare to look back, so he could only run, his knees were stiff and sore, the place on the back of his head where he was hit by the sword was in constant pain, the wounds in his eyes were open, and sweat and tears soaked into his eyes in turn.He heard a sharp whistling sound behind him, it was the sound of swords and crossbows splitting the wind, several crossbow masters in Xiling village all used the stunt of piercing Yang with a hundred steps, galloping to take his life.

His footsteps were shaky, and when he approached the window, he jumped up recklessly.

The window is narrow, even if it is open, no one can pass through.His shoulder hit the window slats firmly, hooking the nearby wall to crack together, creating a gap, bamboo and wood fragments burst everywhere, briefly blocking the footsteps of the pursuers.

Everyone knows how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, but he has no way out. God has always left him with very few choices. The sharp section scratches his cheeks, cuts his clothes, and hooks off his shoes.He had a sword in his hand, but he couldn't use it.

He jumped out of the window.

The mill was built next to the river, and outside the window, less than three feet away from the wall, is the rapidly turning wheel of the waterwheel.The top of the wheel is higher than the roof of the mill, and the bottom is deeply immersed in the water of Huichuan. The huge wheel is like a wall in front of him. Yan Qianfan can't dodge it at all. Chop down.

The two-person-high water wheel was cut off by him in the air, and the power of the rotation was not exhausted, but it turned him to a distance, and with a plop, a splash of water was stirred up all over his body.

He is like a bug who is overwhelmed, submerged in the torrential river waves.

The return to Sichuan in the rainy season was particularly abundant, and the torrent engulfed him like a hurricane, pulling his legs, feet and limbs, and the cold water poured into his throat, ears, and nasal cavity, washing away his consciousness.

The air remaining in his chest was quickly squeezed out. He felt suffocated, rolled his body in the water, and tried to catch the flashing light spots above his head, but a burst of arrows rushed out of the light, one after another. The ground got into the water and hit his shoulder, waist and abdomen.

Under the water, even the pain is silent.The rushing water drowned out all the noises.In the ray of light above the head, there seemed to be familiar shadows swaying with the waves. Sometimes it was An Guangsha's serious but concerned face, and sometimes it turned into Feng Guangsheng, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if mocking his stupidity.

In the haze, he seemed to have returned to the past. By the icy lake at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, because of his poor martial arts practice, he was frustrated for a while and jumped into the icy cold water in a fit of anger.He wanted to touch the hoarfrost-covered wood at the bottom of the lake, but the lake was deeper than he imagined, and no matter how hard he swam, he still couldn't touch the beautiful scenery that seemed so close at hand.Until he exhausted his strength, through the foam in the water, he saw two figures standing far away on the shore, standing side by side, bending over and waving to him.The depression in his heart dissipated, and the corners of his mouth curled up, floating towards the bright part of the water surface.

Rivers and lakes, surging rivers and lakes, no matter how much blood is poured into it, it only takes a moment to wash away before it disappears without a trace.

Countless foam wrapped in blood rose up from his side, smashing the blurred shadows in memory.His vision gradually dimmed, and the cherished past, like those shadows, gradually became unclear.

He kept sinking at the bottom of the cold still water.

In the mill, a row of hand crossbows fell together, and the cold arrows released penetrated into Huichuan and submerged in the water, only to see the shadows under the water swaying, and a faint blood color floated on the surface of the water.

Feng Guangsheng watched anxiously from the side, with bean-sized beads of sweat on his forehead, whether it was caused by the pain in his wrist or the tension in his heart.

Reluctantly, Yan Qianfan split the water wheel with a sword, and the scattered sawdust splashed everywhere, causing a messy spray, which just covered the whereabouts of the figure, and Feng Guangsheng wanted to dig out his eyeballs and throw them into the water.Lang Tao couldn't satisfy him, and neither could the blood stains. He had to see Yan Qianfan die in front of him before he could completely let go of his hanging heart.

When the weather calmed down, the underwater noise had disappeared.Everything happened too fast, Feng Guangsheng blinked, and looked along Huichuan again, but his eyes were blurred by sweat.

"Asheng, are you okay?" An Guangsha came to him, squeezed his hand, and looked at the wound with concern.

"It's okay, it's just..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a buzzing in his ears, and the pain rushed through his whole body a step later, and half of his arm was almost paralyzed.

It was An Guangsha who made a sudden effort to connect the dislocated bone for him. He gritted his teeth and raised his head. An Guangsha was looking at him, with concern in his eyes, but no apology.

No matter how he treats himself or others, An Guangsha has always been so strict and merciless.

"Thank you, brother." He smiled against his will, wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve, and looked out the window again.

Where Yan Qianfan fell into the water, even the blisters no longer existed, and that person seemed to have completely merged into the river.If it weren't for the gust of wind blowing through the crashed window frame and the piercing rattling sound of the broken bearings of the waterwheel, he would almost suspect that the scene just now was an illusion.

He turned his head to his feet, and Zhao Qian was lying in a pool of blood in a distorted posture, motionless, completely dead.

The old woman of the Zhao family woke up at some point, and when she saw her son's miserable condition, she turned pale and wanted to jump back into the river. With the help and comfort of the people in Xiling Village, she barely gave up the thought of whispering, and squatted down on the dead body. The side cried into a ball of tears.

Feng Guangsheng saw it, turned his head to An Guangsha and said, "I'll go after him right away."

An Guangsha shook his head and said, "You were injured just now, so don't act rashly."

He frowned and said: "But Yan Qianfan not only ran away, but also took Mo Xiejian with him, so we have to chase after him."

An Guangsha still shook his head: "It's important to settle down first, and I'll go after them later."

He glanced at the old woman's emaciated back, then backed away, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll listen to elder brother."

An Guangsha nodded to him, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, as if he wanted to express a relieved expression, but the haze on his face could not be dispelled, the corners of his eyes were wrinkled, and his jaw was tensed into a line.Even when he jumped into the mud and was covered in dirt, this person never showed such a fragile and hesitant appearance.

Even though there are thousands of sufferings in the world, none of them is more cruel than being betrayed.

Feng Guangsheng watched quietly from the sidelines, but An Guangsha didn't pay attention to his expression. He just lowered his head and picked up the scabbard of Moye Sword from the ground. Blinded by the light, replaced by deep gloom.

Feng Guangsheng patted him on the shoulder, and said: "I heard people say that this ancient famous sword has evil spirits all over it, and it has not dissipated for thousands of years.