Fantasy: Starting From Being In A Desperate Situation And Running Around As Escorts

"The second master is dead and was killed!"

The yellow-faced bladesman stared at the two people who had escaped expressionlessly, "It's impossible. No one can kill my second brother except me."

"The second master was really killed. We saw it with our own eyes in the city."

"Yes, uncle..."

The two bladesmen were trembling, not daring to look at the sallow face of the yellow-faced bladesman.

The yellow-faced bladesman stared at the two men, silent for a while, and then whispered.

"Who killed my second brother?"

One day later.

“Drive, drive, drive!!”

The horses trampled on the flying snow, and a dozen fast horses broke into the small town.

There was wind and snow all the way.

Pedestrians on both sides of the street looked at the Bladesman on horseback and already knew something had happened.

The yellow-faced swordsman usually only takes a few men with him when he goes out.

Even if he is fighting with the major gangs in the city, he will never bring one more person with him.

This time everyone came out, which shows how big this matter is.

"Hush!"

In front of the bun shop, he looked at the corpse on the street.

The yellow-faced man fell off his horse and stepped forward to hold his brother's body.

His generous palm gently stroked his brother's rough cheek, and he sighed softly.

My brother and I met when we were twelve years old. We have been wandering in the northwest for more than twenty years, but we never thought that we would end up here.

The yellow-faced Kuai Dao closed his eyes, and two lines of hot tears flowed down from the deep sockets of his eyes.

He screamed strangely.

The sound was sad and desolate, like the never-ending wind from the northwest.

Suddenly, he started singing loudly again.

There were many people around who saw this scene from a distance, and they couldn't understand what Huang Lian Kuai Dao was singing.

It should probably be some kind of ritual to commemorate the dead in the northwest.

He closed his brother's eyes, stood up, and stared at the bun shop not far away.

The bun shop reopened, but there was only one customer inside.

Widow Wang held her silly son with one hand and her daughter-in-law with the other.

Like an old hen protecting her young.

Li Changshou was eating steamed buns with a bow beside him.

It looked like he was going hunting in the mountains.

Listening to the strange screams of the yellow-faced sharp knife outside, I frowned slightly. This strange movement...

The yellow-faced bladesman walked outside the bun shop and stared at Li Changshou with a pair of slightly cloudy eyes.

When Li Changshou saw him coming, he ate the buns faster.

He stuffed the last bun into his mouth, walked out with a long knife wrapped in black cloth in his hand.

"What a fast knife!"

Huang Lian Kuai Dao inspected his brother's body and could judge the opponent's strength from the slender wounds on his neck.

"It is not unjust that my brother died in your hands."

Li Changshou wiped his nose with his hand and said casually, "Your brother struck first."

Although he knew it was unnecessary to explain or not, he instinctively wanted to explain things clearly.

The yellow-faced Kuai Dao had already put his hands on the handles of the two swords at his waist, "It's useless to say more, Bladesman will die under the knife.

If he dies, I will avenge him.

Whoever kills him, I will kill! The rest will also be buried with my brother. "

He spoke calmly, as if he was talking about something that didn't concern him.

Therefore, Li Changshou could only hold his hand on the handle of the knife.

The hearts of those watching around seemed to be in their throats.

Some timid people heard the words of Huang Lian Kuai Dao and quickly turned around and left.

“Buzz——!!”

The sound of gold and iron clashing suddenly resounded all around, and the two of them took action almost at the same time.

However, Li Changshou's sword was one step faster.

The yellow-faced Kuai Dao was at a disadvantage and turned from offense to defense.

Under the sudden exertion of both sides, no one was able to do anything to the other for a moment.

However, Li Changshou almost didn't pause and struck again with his sword.

The yellow-faced Kuai Dao felt his arms go numb, and he didn't expect that the opponent would have such great strength.

The knife in Huang Lian's left hand flew out, drawing a slanting arc.

This knife is very strange and completely inconsistent with common sense.

At an incredible angle, the knife cut a foot-long gash on Li Changshou's left abdomen.

However, there was no blood, and there was no sound of flesh breaking as expected.

And there was another loud sound of gold and iron clashing.

The handleless Hidden Blade collided with the Flying Daggers, causing sparks to fly.

Looking at the Flying Sword floating beside the opponent, Huang Lian Kuai Dao was startled.

Without waiting for his reaction, Li Changshou jumped up, his body like a predatory beast.

The long knife sank and rose, just in time to avoid the knife in his right hand.

The yellow-faced Kuai Dao's heart trembled, a chill came over him,

The opponent's knife was faster than he thought.

He hurriedly twisted outwards, but the distance was too close.

Unable to dodge, the knife hit his right shoulder.

Under the control of the yellow-faced sword, the flying left-hand sword flew back.

But in the middle of the road, he was hit hard by the handleless hidden sword with a "clang" sound.

The knife in his right hand flew out at the same time, switching to his uninjured left hand.

Li Changshou lowered his head and crouched to the left to avoid the sword.

"Pfft~"

The yellow-faced knife cracked the corner of his mouth, "It's really... such a fast knife..."

Li Changshou patted him on the shoulder, "The yellow-faced sword is well-deserved."

He didn't expect that this so-called yellow-faced cutter would actually be a cultivator.

Huang Lian Kuai Dao did not expect that as a cultivator, he would die in the hands of non-cultivators.

There was another body on the ground.

“Drive, drive, drive!!”

Bladesman, who followed the yellow-faced swordsman, turned around and ran away when he saw this situation.

However, the yellow-faced bladesman died.

How could they escape safely? Several major gangs in the city had already secretly set traps.

"Son...how are you doing?"

Widow Wang was too scared to open her eyes and asked in a trembling voice.

The daughter-in-law's voice sounded from the side, "That horse thief is dead..."

Li Changshou put the knife back into the rag and walked up the mountain with his own bow.

Li Changshou did not find a place to wait patiently for his prey to take the bait as usual.

Instead, he headed towards the cottage where the yellow-faced Kuai Dao was.

His pace was not very fast, and it was already very late when he reached the village.

There was darkness in the village, and in the darkness there was only the whistling of the wind, like the howling of ghosts and wolves.

This time down the mountain, the yellow-faced bladesman took all his men with him.

He died in the city, and his men were ambushed by several major gangs and none of them came back alive.

The cottage was not built by Bladesman. I heard from Lao Zhou that it originally belonged to a group of bandits.

But then Bladesman came, killed all the bandits, and took over the cottage.

Li Changshou walked around the village and found one of the most comfortable and spacious rooms.

This is the house that looks most like the yellow-faced bladesman.

There was a strange smell in the house, and there was feces and urine in the corners of the floor.

It's probably impossible for this group of people to learn to be clean.

Li Changshou looked around and found a palm-sized book inside the pillow.

The book smelled like shit and urine, so I guess the yellow-faced bladesman had to flip through it anytime and anywhere.

When you poop, when you pee...

"Qi Circulation Inscription"

Li Changshou recognized these three crooked characters.

He found a piece of cloth, wrapped the book in the cloth, and put it in his arms.

There was some broken silver in the house, and it stands to reason that the yellow-faced sharp knife collected more than this.

But there is a high probability that it is hidden in an unknown place.

Li Changshou didn't find it, so he stopped worrying about it.

I found a relatively clean room and took a good sleep.

When the sky was bright, we went down the mountain.

.......

(It’s Friday night, old readers all know that I won’t say more)

(Ha~ I’m going to Tianjin tomorrow, so I can relax and stretch my muscles tonight)