People actually understand that feelings are the most hurtful thing, but everyone is willing to live in the world of feelings.

Shopkeeper Du stood up straight, holding a chisel in his hand that only he could use.

There is a wooden rafter on the pile of wood that is as thick as the waist of a four or five-year-old child.

Shopkeeper Du was standing on this piece of wood, his gentle and approachable gaze no longer existed, his sharp gaze was like that of a wolf in the mountains.

Staring at the men on horseback, he would not even let go of their breathing.

When a person's mood changes, the first thing that changes is the sound of his or her breathing. As long as the breathing starts to get heavier, it means that the person's heart has begun to fluctuate.

Shopkeeper Du wears coarse cloth, and the first impression he gives to anyone is that he is a carpenter doing rough work. The weapons he carries in his hands are also the belongings of carpentry work.

But as he stood there high up, Li Qing could feel an overwhelming murderous aura.

This seemingly simple person turned out to be the protector of the Blood Clothes Sect. Li Qing thought of the dead shopkeeper in the suburban inn and the missing Cui Si and his wife.

They are all ordinary people and there are no such ordinary people anymore, but every time they encounter an accident, they choose only one way, to stand up.

No one gave them an order, and no one stood up to force them. This was their own choice.

This is a kind of human loyalty, this is a choice that people make in their own lives.

Li Qing looked coldly at Xiao Yulou who was riding on the horse.

Xiao Yulou was also looking at him.

The moment the two eyes met, it was like walking into a cold ice cellar.

The air has frozen.

Although the two people did not speak, they told each other in their hearts through the exchange of glances that today's encounter was a meeting of life and death.

Here, it is just one step away, life or death, only the person holding the sword in his hand knows.

After a long time, Li Qingcai said: "Uncle Xiao doesn't want me to come here today, because today is a special day."

Xiao Yulou sighed: "Swords are ruthless, calligraphy and painting are fragrant. You have already met everyone you shouldn't meet. There is nothing strange about meeting me here."

Li Qing's eyes moved to the remaining men, and it could be seen from everyone's expression that they had all been experienced masters.

The Hu brothers who walked out, their swords were just too slow, they didn't even think about the people they met, and in their recklessness they underestimated their opponents.

People who walk on the rivers and lakes all have their own preferences. You can't control their behavior, but they treat real opponents.

I will only use a simple way to solve this unexpected encounter.

They can kill for a word, and even when their opponent dies, they don't know his name.

A cold heart is like a thousand years of cold and gray rock.

These people's faces are like wearing a mask, and no one will ever know their inner world.

No one can understand God's arrangement that in an ordinary coffin shop in the suburbs, there can be such a chance encounter that one cannot wait for a thousand years.

The countryside at noon.

The autumn colors are bleak.

The autumn wind blowing didn't care about the thoughts of anyone here, and it didn't care what these people were thinking. It blew their clothes arbitrarily.

Xiao Yulou's cold eyes suddenly showed a trace of loneliness, as if he was recalling his past. When a person is lonely, he always likes to recall the past.

Li Qing said coldly: "Uncle Xiao means that their departure has something to do with me."

Xiao Yulou said coldly: "Yes."

Li Qing's voice became even colder, saying: "If a person has no selfish desires, they may not deserve to die. If they always care about other people's things, they will definitely die."

Xiao Yulou was silent.

When a person is silent, there are only two meanings: he agrees with the other person's opinion, or he is not interested in the topic at all.

But the look in his eyes when he saw the sword in Li Qing's hand told everyone that this was a person with selfish desires. People with selfish desires only need to see what they love.

The look in his eyes will give him away in an instant, not to mention that he is just an ordinary person and cannot be extraordinary.

"It was your people who killed Sun Zhan." This question has been plaguing Li Qing's heart. Maybe this silver killer should not die.

"He is no longer worthy of being a killer. He did something he shouldn't have done." Although Xiao Yulou admitted all this, Li Qing still felt very worried.

"Did you bribe Liu Mazi?" Li Qing wanted to know about this man, who was also thinking about the sword in his hand.

As for the killers who died, Li Qing didn't want to know anymore. They should be just like the group of men in front of him, as long as Xiao Yulou nodded slightly.

The knives or swords in their hands would immediately rush towards them, and their cold eyes were already filled with bloodshot eyes.

"A person who likes to take advantage is not good at all. He cares too deeply about what he can't get," Xiao Yulou said.

Li Qing immediately asked: "Aren't you such a person? Uncle Xiao seems to be thinking about the sword in my hand."

Xiao Yulou did not deny it and said: "I am born like this. The more things I can't get, the more I want them."

Without waiting for Li Qing to speak, he added: "Since Young Master Li's debut, I have heard for a long time that Young Master Li is as handsome as Little Li Feidao Li Tanhua in the past."

Li Qing understood what he meant. In the past, Li Tanhua had always been indifferent to fame and wealth, and was deeply affectionate to his friends. If his friends needed something, he would never say "no".

Perhaps only people like him can have a good friend like A Fei. In his world, he can tolerate even the betrayal of his most trusted friend.

He is a true knight.

Li Qing sighed sadly in his heart. Men are all greedy. Especially when a person is most proud, he will become arrogant and think that as long as he likes something, it must belong to him.

"Now if you put down the sword in your hand, maybe I will forget the past between us for the sake of my old friend." Xiao Yulou's arrogance made Li Qing a little confused.

"Do you believe you can take away this sword today?" Li Qing smiled.

"It seems you still refuse?" Xiao Yulou changed his tone of voice. Here, he seemed to be unwilling for anyone to go against his wishes.

A little smile squeezed out of the corner of his mouth, which seemed very forced. His smile was very strange, and no one knew why he was like this at this moment.

There was just a sound coming from the person's nose. The first thing Li Qing saw was the man with the javelin on his back. His hands had already reached behind his back.

This man's weapons were two javelins. The moment he reached his hands, he flew up from his horse without saying a word.

He was given only one mission, to kill someone.

At the moment when the javelin struck, the man saw Li Qing's figure. As high as he flew from the horse, Li Qing's figure floated as high.

Li Qing's body was like a fish. The moment the javelins were pierced, he slid in front of this man in the blink of an eye.

He didn't see Li Qing pull out his sword, but a face, a delicate face appeared in front of him, too close to him.

He could even feel the hot breath coming out of Li Qing's mouth, and his hands grabbed the clothes on his chest. This was not an assassination attempt, it seemed like they were two old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time.

At the moment of meeting, my heart was full of excitement, and a strong hug was right in front of me.

He tightened his hands on his chest, but his body was still in the air.

The man has a feeling that if he is facing a woman now, he will definitely become crazy.

It's a pity that the man in front of him now is a man, a man who will kill him. The man feels a deep internal force, which is so pressing that he can't breathe at this moment.

There was no chance for his body to fall down. Li Qing turned his wrist and the man turned into a flying bird. The javelin in his hand had not yet been released.

What he saw again was a man. This was a very old man. This man was blind. He was standing not far behind Li Qing.

The man thought he was very unlucky today, why every time he saw a man he didn't like, and the last man he saw was an old man.

From the moment he enters the arena, a man is unwilling to hug a man, let alone the man in front of him who is blind.

Anger only lasts in the blink of an eye, and all his resentment just wants to explode at this moment.

The javelin was divided very quickly, and the moment it flew out, it was like the wings of a bird. The man wanted to take it back as quickly as possible, and stabbed the blind man hard on the body.

He no longer cares how many holes his javelin can poke into this man. As long as it can pierce the blind man's flesh and blood, he is satisfied.

It is a pity that if a person still has a very transcendent imagination at this time, his world will inevitably end in an instant, and everything will end too quickly.

The blind man seemed to have eyes. The pathfinding pole in his hand had been raised. What the man heard was the sound coming from his own body. At this moment, his javelin had not penetrated an inch.

The man suspended in mid-air is like a doll in the hands of a clay seller on the street. He is holding a man on a stick. This man has turned into a dead man while flying.

The pole in the blind man's hand went out quickly, and he took it back very quickly. He said coldly, "It's a pity that you are not a flying sparrow."

The person who fell down hit the ground with a 'plop' sound, just like a dead mangy dog, without any movement.

Li Qing floated down in the air, looked at the man on the horse, and said, "Is there anyone still thinking about the sword in my hand?"

No one on the horse moved, no one looked at the man on the ground, it was as if the man didn't exist, and everyone's face was expressionless.

Xiao Yulou had no expression on his face and just said coldly: "You stupid person, you are worthy of fighting against Young Master Li."

Li Qing was speechless. This man's heart was actually so cold. In his eyes, these people were tools used to kill people.

Suddenly, Li Qing heard a burst of singing. The singing came from far away. The moment he heard the singing, Li Qing couldn't help but feel happy.

He is very familiar with the singer. When this person appears, he is definitely not alone. He not only likes to sing, but also likes to drive a carriage.

The singing voice is very loud, as if telling the people here that noon has arrived.

Unfortunately, the song is very sad, making people miss their departed relatives very much.

When I return home, the night is full of frost and the wind is blowing. I can't finish my journey, and I shed tears of lovesickness. I can't continue to play the strings of Du Kanghan, and I'm drunk and have no plan at dusk. The plum blossoms are still the same as before, with the feeling of empty and thin winter wind.
Chapter completed!