stepping on the moon and asking green hills

Bai Qiuling had never dealt with people like Tang Yun before, and was afraid of hearing some inexplicable words from him again, so he decided that no matter what he did or said this time, he would not say a word to him. moment.

He held his breath and ran for dozens of miles before stopping. He knew that it was impossible to get rid of that person, but he had to run—and running was a bit futile. If Dao could have fought with that person and made him docile, he wouldn't have caused such a big trouble right now and couldn't get rid of it.

——Furthermore, how can there be someone in this world who values ​​appearance so much like Tang Yun?The body, hair and skin of the parents, the appearance of a person is determined early in the morning. He clearly shows that he will always follow him, and there is no difference between him and a rogue.

What is good-looking is only the appearance, and the inner virtue should be the highest criterion for evaluating a person. The dignified master of the pavilion, no matter good or bad, is also famous in the world. Although he became famous at a young age, he has been in the world for several years. Why is he always frivolous? It's unreasonable, going its own way to such an extent?

Bai Qiuling has a calm temper. He didn't get really angry easily, but he was also very angry by Tang Yun. Right now, when he was angry, a few killers in black clothes suddenly appeared on both sides of the forest. He had nowhere to vent his anger. The sword swept across a circle, and wherever the sword energy went, it cut off the tall and straight green bamboo.

The killer came from an unknown source but he struck fiercely, leaving no room for any moves. Bai Qiuling kicked one of them away and turned back. He hadn't been in the Jianghu for a long time, and right now he couldn't tell which school their martial arts methods belonged to. The killers sent by Linhai Villa before were not quite the same.

After a moment of worry, three people were injured and fell to the ground. This time, Bai Qiuling made up his mind to find the Qingshuang Sword in Yongluo, so he didn't intend to throw off the pursuing killer like the previous few times.

I don't plan to show mercy either.

But this time, the assassin's swordsmanship was really bad, and the soldiers were lost very quickly, and the remaining three who were not injured much were jealous, and they rushed up with their swords in desperation, roaring loudly, while still not getting close. Bai Qiuling was blown away by his sword energy.

But slapping Bai Qiuling seemed to have dissipated his anger. With a single sweep of the sword, the man would be killed by the terrifying sword half a step forward. Pushing the person away with the palm, with the help of force, the tiptoes of the other person landed lightly on the ground without leaving any footprints.

However, the man who was lucky enough to save his life didn't seem to appreciate his favor. In a fit of rage, he threw a dagger through his companion's body, and flew towards Bai Qiuling with the sound of tearing flesh.

Bai Qiuling also didn't expect that person to be so ruthless, and he was left with a gash on his arm by the dagger without any precaution.

There was a stabbing pain in his arm, and he immediately used [-]% of his internal force in his palm to push the sword forward.The body of Qing Yu's sword was already stained with blood, reflecting the sunlight, it looked like he had decided to kill, the man could only back away, his eyes widened in horror, almost being caught by the two swords passing lightly through the wind in front of him and the piercing chill behind him at the same time. It penetrated the body, and fell into a pool of blood before making a sound.

Qing Yu turned around and returned to Bai Qiuling's hand. He turned his head to look at the wound on his arm, and when his eyes fell to the front again, he suddenly felt a chilling gaze.

——In front of him stood a pale woman with her hair in a bun, her hands were shaking so much that she could barely hold the hilt of her sword, and the next moment she suddenly knelt down on the ground, barely supporting her body with the sword in her hand.

Bai Qiuling stretched out her arms and before she could step forward, she lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

Tang Yun, who was hidden in the distance, put the folding fan in the palm of his hand, clasped his five fingers tightly, and retracted the leg he had stepped forward.

Bai Qiuling didn't expect to see Qingshuangjian so easily.

Before the woman fell to the ground, a sword pierced through the heart of the black-clothed killer. In an instant, the killer's body was frozen, and when he fell to the ground, he was already torn apart.Shocked by the scene in front of him, Bai Qiuling hastily massaged the woman's acupoints all over her body, and then brought her back to the inn.

One night passed, and Bai Qiuling also guarded the whole night, but she still hadn't woken up.

In the early morning light, Xiao Er put the boiled medicine on the table and simmered it over the charcoal fire. Bai Qiuling gave him some money and asked him to get some food. Just as he closed the door and turned around, the person on the bed made a movement.

He subconsciously glanced at the sword leaning against the bed.

It was clearly the scorching heat, but the scabbard of the sword was covered with bluish-white frost—he still remembered the scene in the forest yesterday, as if icicles would fly out of the sword if he took a second glance, his heart Shrinking suddenly, the chills on his shoulders kept reminding him of the biting cold that night, so he couldn't help but stop his steps and stand on the spot.

"You..." The woman threw off the quilt on her body and was about to get out of bed. As soon as her feet hit the ground, she fell back on the bed again with dizziness.

Although Bai Qiuling is young and inexperienced, he also understands the reason why a man and a woman should not kiss each other.The night before was to save someone, so he carried him back to the inn in desperation. Now that he is awake, it is inconvenient for him to do anything beyond the rules, so he just stood far away from the table, pointing at the table. The medicine said: "Yesterday you fainted in that forest, I rescued you, you drink first..."

"You saved me?" The woman's bun was a bit messy, she raised her hand to brush it, and stuck a few strands of hair behind her ears, frowning: "Who are you? Where is this?——Where is my sword?" !"

"The sword you are talking about?" Bai Qiuling frowned slightly, put Qing Yu on the table and poured a cup of tea in his hand, "I have no malice."

The woman vigilantly held the sword in her hand, avoided the stool in front of her, and was about to walk towards the door. When passing by Bai Qiuling, he clearly felt an unusual coolness rushing past the hem of his clothes.

He then turned around and called to the woman who was about to leave, and said: "You'd better rest first, I'll check your pulse for you, the cold air has already invaded your heart, if you continue like this, you will die soon."

Every word and every word of his is the truth, the coldness emanating from this sword should not be underestimated, this person has been able to support it until now because of his profound skills, otherwise he would have been like that person yesterday, his whole body was frozen into a popsicle.

But the woman insisted on pushing the door open.

He continued: "The river didn't freeze yesterday, but it was because you were unconscious?"

The woman's hands paused, she turned her head to look at him from the corner of her head, and said coldly, "What does it have to do with you?"

Bai Qiuling was silent for a moment, pointed to the sword in her hand and said, "If you guessed correctly, the day before yesterday—or maybe before I came to Yongluo, the river was freezing every night because of the sword in your hand—"

"Cyan Frost Sword."

Bai Qiuling quietly walked behind her, and just as he raised his hand to touch her acupuncture point, she deftly dodged it, so he reached out and tried to grab her shoulder, but was bounced away by the internal force of her raising the sword .

Back and forth, the two stood on the spot and went through dozens of moves, but they couldn't tell the difference.Bai Qiuling couldn't help sighing that there was someone out there, this person might not be as dexterous as him in terms of martial arts, but his profound internal skills should not be underestimated.

She was always injured, and after a while, the woman was invincible and backed away. She took a few steps back and propped her hands on the door panel, gasping for air. Spread around.Bai Qiuling had never seen such a situation before, even if he knew that she had the Qingshuang Sword in her hand, he stood there speechless in shock.

The sword in front of him is Qingshuang Sword, so the woman who hurt her heart must be Duan Qingshuang, the master of Qingshuang Sword.

"Let... get out of the way!" Duan Qingshuang lost control of her emotions, these two words seemed to be squeezed out of the gap in her throat, and there was a little anxiety.She turned around, stumbled a few steps and threw herself on the edge of the table, drawing her sword out of its sheath impressively.

Bai Qiuling dodged to dodge, then took half a step back and didn't dare to go forward rashly, the blade of the Qingshuang sword he saw in his eyes was now dim, and a thin layer of frost quickly covered his whole body, and the room quickly became as cold as yesterday Like that at night, he had to immediately mobilize his internal energy to resist the cold.

But Duan Qingshuang did not hesitate for a moment, took out a dagger from his sleeve, and pierced it directly in his heart under Bai Qiuling's surprised gaze, blood flowed down the blade drop by drop, overflowed the handle and dripped onto the Qingshuang sword .

The cold air in the room seemed to be reabsorbed by the Qingshuang Sword, and the layer of white frost on the sword gradually faded away. Duan Qingshuang was half-supporting the table and panting heavily, fine beads of sweat oozed from her forehead and rolled down her cheeks. His face was pale and he looked very weak.

Even though he had heard many swordsmen feed their swords with blood, such a scene still set off a storm in Bai Qiuling's heart.His heart was full of emotions, he took half a step forward and then stopped, his fingertips still seemed to be surrounded by a little bit of cold air, but he was still completely unconscious but his hand had already reached towards the Qingshuang sword, he shook his lips subconsciously and murmured: "This is it!" ..."

Duan Qingshuang's heart was still dripping with blood, she didn't care about the coldness of the sword, she sheathed the sword in her arms and dodged to the side, but her body was too weak, she couldn't hold her whole body straight from the stool fell down on the ground.

As soon as Bai Qiuling raised her leg and approached, she raised her hand to stop her. The palm that was covering her heart just now blocked Bai Qiuling's footsteps, dripping blood as if she had hurt her palm.

She forced a breath and gritted her teeth and said slowly: "Don't come over..."

Although others don't know, Duan Qingshuang understands it very well.Right now, it is absolutely forbidden for anyone to get close to her and Qingshuangjian. She cannot guarantee the absolute safety of those who come, nor can she prevent Qingshuangjian from going crazy again—even if Qingshuangjian "calmed down" so quickly just now, it was enough for her. It was a miracle, but all these changes were too strange to her, she couldn't trust anyone, and she subconsciously guarded against Bai Qiuling's sudden advances.

"I'm not malicious, you trust me."

"No...it's not that I don't believe you—" Duan Qingshuang's face was bloodless, and every time he said a word, he would vomit some blood from between his teeth, "It's it, cough cough! It doesn't believe you... "

"You mean the Qingshuang sword?" Bai Qiuling frowned, but felt a little more at ease in his heart. He stepped to the side of each sword and squatted down, ignoring Duan Qingshuang's obstruction, raised his hand and pressed it on the cold sword hilt.

Duan Qingshuang immediately vomited more blood with a cry of surprise, the cloth in front of her was dark red, and a large pool of black blood also gathered on the ground.

Qingshuangjian didn't completely lose control as she imagined, but recovered bit by bit faster than before, and it was back to normal in a moment.

Duan Qingshuang hasn't seen the peaceful and stable Qingshuang Sword for a long time. It has been three years since she returned to her hometown a few years ago and began to feed the sword with her blood. There is not much left, and my physical condition is getting worse day by day.

Bai Qiuling finally helped Duan Qingshuang, who had lost the strength to struggle, back to the bed and sat down, poured the medicine again and handed it to her.

Qingshuang sword calmed down, and Duan Qingshuang also gradually relaxed. The wound on her heart was not deep, and she held it carefully every time. The pain in the present day is better than returning to Yongluo a few years ago. when.

"Thank you."

Holding the warm tureen, she half leaned on the bed frame and whispered to Bai Qiuling. After looking at Bai Qiuling several times, her eyes fell on his saber again, "You are not a local." She said.

Bai Qiuling took Qing Yu aside and said, "No, I just came here the day before yesterday."

"Why?"

Bai Qiuling didn't answer, just looked at Qingshuangjian lying quietly on the bed, and shook his head.

Duan Qingshuang immediately understood.

She raised her head and drank most of the medicine in the gaiwan, then put the gaiwan on the wooden chair beside the bed, and restored her former dignity like a blue frost sword.

Her pale lips slightly bent, and said: "You came here for the Qingshuang Sword."

Bai Qiuling only nodded, but still didn't speak.

"There has never been such a situation before." Duan Qingshuang's hands and clothes were still covered with blood, which shocked others to see, but she didn't care to wipe her hands with a clean part of her body.

She raised her head and asked Bai Qiuling, "How did you do it?"

"What did you do?" Bai Qiuling asked back.

"You comforted the Cyan Frost Sword."

"Cyan Frost Sword needs appeasement?"

Listening to his repeated questions, Duan Qingshuang's defensiveness faded a bit, the corners of her mouth raised, her smile became more bitter, "Not once."

A familiar voice flashed in Bai Qiuling's mind immediately - Tang Yun once said that he spoke a sword as if the sword was a person.