Chapter 162 Seventy-two Qinglian Swords
The next day, early morning.
Li Ping'an planned to send Zhou Youcai to the Zhou family's branch in Yunzhou first.
Although things are not going his way, Zhou Youcai cannot be left alone.
"Brother Li, you are so kind to me!"
Zhou Youcai was completely moved.
"Brother Li, don't worry, I will repay you when I get home."
"You have already paid." Li Ping'an said calmly.
"Ah? When?"
"That bag of spiritual stones."
Li Pingan has not forgotten the bag of spiritual stones given to him by Zhou Youcai at the beginning.
"ah?"
Zhou Youcai scratched his head and forgot about this trivial matter.
"Hey, Brother Li, wait for me!"
"Brother Li, why don't we take the official route?"
"Public documents have been swallowed by the sea, and I am not afraid of being arrested."
The two of them and the cow left the city and walked on the path in the forest.
I have just inquired and found out that the Zhou family has a branch in Yucheng.
It's about ten days' journey from here.
It started to rain lightly on the horizon, but there was no mountain breeze in the forest, and not even the leaves swayed.
There is a tea stall in front, where I can have a sip of tea and take shelter from the rain.
"Waiter, three bowls of tea!"
The waiter bowed in response and walked over while serving tea.
"Where did you two come from?"
Before he finished speaking, his hand holding the tea moved slightly.
A flash of cold light went straight to Zhou Youcai.
Li Pingan held the chopsticks, which were more than an inch long, between his two fingers and flicked them with his middle finger.
With a "pop" sound, it hit the waiter's waist.
The waiter trembled all over and fell to the ground.
Even so, Zhou Youcai was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat.
Comfort yourself, "I am a second-grade cultivation, so I am not afraid."
Li Ping'an took a sip of tea and said, "After drinking, let's hit the road. It looks like we are being watched."
Zhou Youcai looked at the waiter, "Tell me! Who asked you to kill me?"
"Forget it, I won't tell you."
Yunzhou's tea is different from Zhongzhou's. The former is milder in nature and has a traditional flavor.
The latter has a high aroma and strong green flavor
Each has its own characteristics.
Li Ping'an drank three large bowls in one breath and said, "Let's go."
Not long after the two left.
A carriage and sedan stopped in front of the tea stall.
Inside the sedan was a young man, leaning leisurely on the back of the chair.
Wearing a pair of black cloth shoes and a green shirt, he looks like a scribe.
In his right hand he holds a brilliant sword inlaid with precious stones.
"Where are the people?"
The waiter from before staggered over.
"Often...to the east."
A woman in red clothes stood in front of the sedan, holding a turtle shell with Zhou Youcai's birth date printed on the back.
"Sir, we are heading to the west."
The waiter couldn't believe it, "How is that possible? I clearly saw them heading east."
The young swordsman snorted, "What a trick, what a waste! You didn't even know you were being tricked."
The carriage chased westward.
...........
"Brother Li, I suspect that the person who wants to kill me may be my second brother."
"Aren't you an only child?"
"Not my brother."
Li Ping'an said oh and didn't say much.
His mission was just to deliver Zhou Youcai safely to the branch of the Zhou family.
As for family grievances and feuds, and the fight for the right to inherit the throne.
He has no interest at all.
Following a long and steep trail until dark, I found a dilapidated temple.
The temple was dark, and there was a musty smell. It didn't look like a place where anyone lived.
Li Pingan and Zhou Youcai ate their own food.
Suddenly I heard footsteps coming from outside.
Then the door was pushed open, and a carriage majestically entered.
"Sir, the person has been found."
The maid in red bowed slightly.
Inside the sedan, a voice sounded like a sword, "Kill."
The maid in red asked: "Is there another person to be killed as well?"
"Do you have any professional ethics? If I say you want to kill someone, just kill someone."
The young man spoke righteously.
The four servants immediately divided into two pairs and came to kill Li Ping'an.
Li Ping'an shuttled between the four long swords, pointing one sword at a time, and flicked all the swords into several pieces in the blink of an eye.
"He's quite capable! It looks like the young master still needs to take action himself."
The maid in red said.
The young swordsman in the carriage snorted, "What a bunch of trash!"
The maid in red looked at Li Pingan, "Which sect do you belong to?"
"No school, no sect."
"In that case, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. Do you know the name of my young master?"
"I hope you can teach me."
"You must have heard of the seventy-two green lotus swords and the wind that travels a thousand miles at once, right?"
Li Ping'an: "Sorry, not really."
"Why are you telling him this? It's a waste of time."
The young master held the hilt of the sword with one hand, used his feet to stand up and walked out of the carriage.
boom--!!!
The horses pulling the cart neighed in panic, and a strong wind came!
There was a "pop" sound and dust flew up.
The young master had not even had time to step out of the carriage or even draw his sword.
The frame inside the sedan chair has been flown three to four feet high.
The opponent's fist was right in front of him, only two inches away from his head.
The violent force of blood directly smashed the two doors of the ruined temple into pieces.
There is no doubt that if it is not biased by that point.
What is broken now is the young master's head.
"Seventy-two Green Lotus Swords, the wind that travels a thousand miles at a stroke, has a great reputation."
The young master's expression was stiff, "This... this is my master's name..."
"oh."
Li Ping'an took out the young master's sword and said, "The sword is not bad."
Then he flipped his wrist.
With a "swish" sound, the long sword was sheathed.
The maid in red who had screamed earlier was now standing there without daring to move.
Li Ping'an ignored her at all and said to the young master, "What grade are you in?"
"Third...third grade."
"Third grade? Sword cultivator?"
"no."
It seems that not all swordsmen are swordsmen.
Li Pingan understood.
The most important thing is to know that for me now, when fighting a third-level Qigong practitioner, I have to fight with my hands pressed down.
............
"It seems that the people the other party can find are limited in strength."
Li Pingan rides on the old cow
Zhou Youcai said with some pride: "It's not that easy to find a monk, let alone a monk who doesn't care about his life.
If I die, my father, my grandfather, and the entire Zhou family will investigate the matter thoroughly.
Although our Zhou family is not very strong, we cannot afford to have too much money.
At that time, the whole world will be chasing the murderer, and it will be difficult to fly.
The murderer's family was not spared from the rage."
Li Ping'an nodded, that's the truth.
This chapter has been completed!