Qinghuan Mansion will be closed for a short period of time. After Zhu Quan's episode, Chu Qingxiao no longer went to Qinghuan Mansion to look for commissions.
I was thinking of going home to rest for a while and then go take a look in the afternoon.
Jin Yutang's food was delivered on time, and it was still fragrant and impeccable.
It has to be said that the most reliable thing Meng Ziliang has done since coming to Tianxuan City is to order meals for them at Jin Yutang for a full month in the name of Liuhuan Peak.
Chu Qingxiao was dragged to drink by Sun Li early in the morning. Before he had time to have breakfast, he felt very hungry at noon. He sat at the stone table and ate happily.
"Senior, tell me what you want to eat, and I will bring it to you." Chu Zhaozhao on the side said to Xu Dangren.
Xu Dangren shook his head and said with a smile: "You can do this yourself."
As he spoke, he stretched out his chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat, and put it firmly into his bowl. If everyone hadn't spent a lot of time with him, they might have really suspected that he was pretending to be blind.
Everyone couldn't help but marvel at this moment, and Ziyu asked curiously: "How did you do it?"
Xu Dangren smiled and said: "It depends on feeling."
"How do you feel?" This was obviously not a satisfactory answer. Ziyu curled her lips and said, "Forget it if you don't want to say it. How can we fool people like this? We are not fools."
"Ziyu, what are you talking about?" Chu Zhaozhao frowned and scolded Ziyu in a low voice.
I don’t know if it’s because she has lost more than she has won against Chu Zhaozhao these days, or if she just wants to win over Chu Zhaozhao to deal with Yue Jian, who is in tit-for-tat with her.
In short, Ziyu has been quite submissive to Chu Zhaozhao recently. When Chu Zhaozhao scolded her like this, she just stuck out her tongue. Although she was dissatisfied, she did not refute.
Xu Dangren didn't seem to hear Ziyu's inner criticism. He ate the food on the table with a leisurely expression, and occasionally sighed about the skills of the chef Jin Yutang.
And just when he reached out to pick up a piece of chicken again, his body suddenly stopped and the chicken in the chopsticks fell.
"Look! It's no secret. You're already old. What do you think you can do!?" Ziyu on the side finally found an opportunity and said something.
"Say a few words, Ziyu!" Zhaozhao looked at Ziyu angrily, and then said to Xu Dangren: "Senior, otherwise I will do it..."
Xu Dangren did not respond to Chu Zhaozhao's kind inquiry. Instead, at this moment, he slowly turned his head and looked outside the courtyard door.
His brows were furrowed and his face looked a little ugly.
Chu Qingxiao also noticed something strange about him, and couldn't help but turned his head and asked: "Senior, what's wrong?"
"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Xu Dangren paused and then said: "It is crying."
"He? Who is crying?" Chu Qingxiao asked confused.
"sword."
"That sword."
…
"what happened?"
Ziyu asked while running wildly on the street and looking at Chu Zhaozhao beside her.
She had no idea what was happening.
The old man just said something incomprehensible, and Chu Qingxiao put down the bowl and chopsticks and ran out as if he was possessed.
When Chu Zhaozhao and the Sanniang saw this, they hurriedly followed. Ziyu saw that only she, the old man and Lu Sandao, who was drunk and unconscious, were left in front of the stone table that was bustling just now.
Rather than staying with them, Ziyu obviously preferred to go with Chu Qingxiao and others, so she followed them in a daze.
But even though she followed him, Ziyu was still confused as to where she was going and what she was going to do.
Faced with Ziyu's question, Chu Zhaozhao couldn't answer, but judging from Chu Qingxiao's solemn expression, it seemed that what happened was not a good thing.
…
"Come on! It's already at the end of its might!"
"Whoever takes it down for me will be rewarded heavily!"
"It's just a broken sword, what are you afraid of?"
After running wildly towards the east of the city for a quarter of an hour, Chu Qingxiao led everyone into an alley. Before they could get closer, they heard the angry voice of Prime Minister Zheng coming from the front.
Chu Qingxiao's heart sank to the bottom at this moment. The people in the city were surrounded in front of him. Chu Qingxiao didn't care about the dissatisfaction of those people. He stretched out his hand to push the people around him away violently, and then squeezed into the crowd.
Many people in the crowd yelled angrily at this time, accusing Chu Qingxiao and his group of being barbaric and rude.
But Chu Qingxiao had no idea and looked towards the field.
I saw the disciples of the Sword Hall surrounded by the gate of Sun Li's courtyard.
Among them, Prime Minister Zheng was standing in the middle of the field, shouting anxiously and with a hint of anger at the disciples around him, urging them to come forward.
Many of the surrounding disciples were injured, and in the center of the crowd, a sword stood on the ground.
The snow-white sword was stained with blood.
Its sword body trembled lightly, and its whole body was filled with sword intent.
It kept making bursts of sharp sword sounds, the sound was harsh and sad.
Like a young animal.
Facing the hunters who are trying their best to hunt it down.
It was frightened and confused.
It is angry and unwilling.
It used its claws, which were not yet sharp, to repel the siege again and again.
The sword was stained with blood and had several gaps.
The majestic sword intention and sword energy have begun to weaken in the repeated attacks.
But it hasn't taken a step back.
because……
Behind it, there is the old man who needs it to protect with everything.
The old man's face was pale, and the blood on his chest was dripping, dyeing the large area under him red. His eyes were closed tightly, and he did not know that he was dead.
At the urging of Prime Minister Zheng, those disciples with sick faces had no choice but to frown and launch an offensive against the prairie fire sword again.
The blade of the prairie prairie sword trembled, and the sword intent in his body was once again stimulated by him.
as a sword.
as his sword.
It deserves to fight with him until the very end.
Just like every time before!
With such determination, the violent sword intent collided with the group of disciples.
…
"what's wrong with you!?"
"There are so many people and you are pushing and shoving. What if you bump into someone?"
"Aren't you just watching the excitement? Are you so impatient?"
The onlookers around were very dissatisfied with Chu Qingxiao and his group's squeeze in. They pointed at Chu Qingxiao and uttered one or two curses from time to time.
However, seeing that Chu Qingxiao ignored them, this reaction further aroused the dissatisfaction of the surrounding onlookers. Several of the men who seemed to have some cultivation level even rolled up their sleeves, and while rubbing their hands, they walked towards Chu Qingxiao, mouthing
Li sneered and said: "Today, senior brothers, let us teach you what it means to respect your teacher and respect your principles!"
Chu Qingxiao still ignored the people around him.
He just looked across the crowd, looking for something in the scene, and when he saw the old man lying in a pool of blood.
His body trembled.
next moment.
A cold aura spread from his whole body, and the unfamiliar air in his eyes faded, becoming cold, gloomy, and even full of murderous intent.
The few men who tried to step forward were shocked by the change in Chu Qingxiao's aura at this moment. Their steps immediately froze in place, and a huge sense of oppression enveloped them.
It felt like being looked down upon by a ferocious beast.
Their hearts felt cold, and they could hardly help but kneel down and beg for mercy under that breath.
They looked at Chu Qingxiao, this young man who looked a bit thin, but at this moment, he was so terrifying that they were trembling with fear.
And just when they were about to put their intention of kneeling down to beg for mercy into practice, the young man suddenly stepped out and walked towards the field filled with disciples of the Sword Holding Hall.
The terrifying aura that enveloped them also poured into the sword-wielding hall disciples at this moment.
The disciples who were about to attack and move forward also felt the danger and looked back one after another.
…
Zheng Xiangzheng looked at the scene with great satisfaction.
Although that sword is weird, it is just a sword after all.
Without the encouragement of its master, the combat power it can exert will be useless.
Precisely because he understood this, Prime Minister Zheng immediately saw the opportunity and knocked down Sun Li.
But despite this, the prairie fire sword still resisted for a full quarter of an hour, injuring several of the disciples he brought.
But fortunately, at this moment, it is like a tiger with broken claws, gradually showing its fatigue.
If it continues like this, its power will be exhausted within half a quarter of an hour, and it will be easy to capture it by then.
Thinking of this, Prime Minister Zheng had to secretly admire his clear thinking.
And as long as he brings this sword back, he can probably offset his mistakes in the Shanshuigou incident.
But just when he was secretly proud, a raging murderous intent came from behind him.
Prime Minister Zheng's heart trembled and he quickly looked back.
I saw a young man walking towards me quickly with cold eyes.
Zheng Xiang was stunned for a moment, and the next moment, he recognized the other person.
It’s Chu Qingxiao!
The guy who put a sword to his throat in the mountains and rivers, causing himself to lose all face.
The scene is still vivid in my mind, and now the opponent is even more menacing.
Prime Minister Zheng couldn't help feeling a little panicked. He Ganman raised the sword in his hand, pointed it at Chu Qingxiao, and shouted: "The Sword Hall is doing business, idlers..."
Before he finished speaking, Chu Qingxiao was already in front of him.
I saw the other party's face was stern, and murderous intent surged through his body.
It was clear that he wanted to take his life.
The Linyuan Sword in his hand suddenly reached out and struck at Prime Minister Zheng's face.
Zheng Xiang did not dare to be careless at all. He quickly held out the spiritual sword in his hand, trying to resist Chu Qingxiao's attack.
However, Chu Qingxiao seemed to have penetrated his mind. The moment the sword edge collided with him, he suddenly shifted a few points and his body turned slightly to one side.
The sword moved forward against the blade, making bursts of harsh friction sounds.
The moment the sword touched the hilt of Zheng Xiang's sword, his face turned cold and he whispered: "Break the formation - a critical moment!"
At that moment, the Linyuan Sword trembled violently, and a huge force was suddenly transmitted through the sword to Prime Minister Zheng's hilt.
Zheng Xiang, who had already hurriedly responded to the challenge, let go of his hands under the sudden surge of force, and the spiritual sword in his hand fell off.
For a swordsman, it is a taboo to leave the sword in your hand.
Zheng Xiang panicked and quickly lowered his head to catch his fallen sword.
At this time, Chu Qingxiao also let go of the hand holding the sword, and suddenly stretched out his hand and placed it on Zhen Zhen's lowered head.
"Kneel down!"
The young man who had always been kind to others, now had a ferocious look on his face.
He shouted loudly, the sound was like thunder.
The hand placed on the back of Prime Minister Zheng's head suddenly became stronger.
At this moment, Prime Minister Zheng's body fell heavily.
His head hit the ground with great force.
The ground paved with stone slabs shattered, and strength splashed out.
In the eyes of most outer sect disciples, this guard of the sword-wielding hall is a high-ranking and powerful deacon of Liuhuan Peak.
That's it at this moment, under Chu Qingxiao's move.
His body fell to the ground, and his head was pressed by one of Chu Qingxiao's hands, embedded in the ground...