Chapter 10 Tyrannical Saber's First Slash, Death Slash
"I'll listen to the music, help me find a seat." Su Changqing said.
"Okay, tonight happens to be the day when I, the leader of Youlanfang, play music in the wind and clear snow. Sir, please come in quickly."
Su Changqing stepped into the big boat. There were already many people inside, holding the girl in their arms and putting their hands deep into their clothes. Some were sitting on the loft.
There is a high platform in the boat, covered with red transparent gauze. You can vaguely see a woman inside, with a slender figure, full curves, convex front and back, which is touching.
He glanced around slightly and sat down in the corner by the window.
I saw the red-blooded scholar at the front, holding the two girls in his arms, peeping at Feng Qingxue on the high platform.
There were more and more people. Feng Qingxue looked outside the window screen, sighed softly, and started to play music.
This song is touching and tugs at the heartstrings.
The entire ship fell silent. Some were mesmerized by what they heard, while others were inexplicably shocked.
"I heard that Feng Qingxue is the daughter of Master Feng, the master of Dali Temple. Later, she was framed and imprisoned for offending a castrated dog, and her daughter also ended up like this."
Some people sighed with eyes, wishing they could rush up to comfort Feng Qingxue.
Soon, the song ended. Feng Qingxue only sang one song every day, all of which were mournful songs. However, there was still an endless stream of people coming.
It was already late at night, and the red scholar abandoned the two girls around him and turned around to leave.
Su Changqing threw away a couple of pieces of silver and left silently.
On the loft of the ship, Feng Qingxue looked at the bright moon in the sky and touched the piano in her hand. Her skin was covered with snow, her appearance was peerless, her facial features were exquisite, and her eyes were lonely.
"My father was killed and imprisoned. If I say this, if I have a chance, I will kill all the castrates in the world!"
"Kill all the geldings, what's the problem? You sleep with me and I'll teach you martial arts."
A voice suddenly came from behind, and a figure of a scholar in red appeared.
His eyes are very soft, his cheeks are very white, he looks like a woman, he has nothing on his body, and a red ribbon around his waist is very conspicuous.
"Who are you?" Feng Qingxue's face changed in shock and she quickly backed away.
"I don't like women who resist me." Scholar Chihong sneered and slowly sat on a chair nearby.
"My words are still valid. You are just a weak woman. If you want to learn martial arts, then sleep with me."
"In just one sleep, you can learn my martial arts classics and kill a few gelded dogs. Isn't that easy?"
Feng Qingxue was stunned in place, with exquisite facial features and picturesque eyebrows. This scene made the scarlet scholar feel itchy in his heart.
Outside the window, Su Changqing changed into a Feiyu suit. It was as dark as ink, shrouded in the night, and his face could not be seen clearly.
"If this red-blooded scholar takes off his clothes, I can kill him with one knife! If he doesn't take off his clothes, I can also take advantage of him if he gets intimate with this woman."
His eyes narrowed slightly and he thought to himself.
Su Changqing decided to wait.
"Qingxue, please come out and play one more song. A noble man has offered me 800 taels for you to play one more song." Outside the door, suddenly the madam of Youlanfang pushed the door in and said with great joy on his face.
Since buying Feng Qingxue, Youlanfang's business has been getting better and better day by day, and it looks like it will surpass the other two major music studios.
The madam entered the door and saw the red scholar sitting on the chair, and her expression suddenly changed.
This blind girl, who dared to steal from her, was about to scold her angrily.
The red scholar's eyes were cold and his hands were filled with true energy. He grabbed him instantly and pierced his chest and abdomen, causing blood to splash everywhere.
The madam fluttered twice and soon became silent.
Ordinary people are like ants in front of the realm of true energy.
"Have you chosen?"
The red scholar licked the blood on his fingers, calmly, and turned to look at Feng Qingxue.
"Okay, I'll stay with you all night."
Feng Qingxue's eyes trembled with fear, she almost didn't scream, she took a deep breath and said.
"Beauty, you really make my heart move. I will teach you the method of reversing yin and yang."
The crimson scholar was about to take off his clothes. He untied his belt. The purple-red belt was extremely soft. He placed it on the ground.
Feng Qingxue was also taking off her clothes. Suddenly her eyes changed and she ran towards the door.
"I've been wary of you for a long time." The red scholar smiled and grabbed Feng Qingxue with one hand.
Feng Qingxue's face was flustered, and her face turned pale with fear.
At this moment, a figure suddenly broke out of the window. His whole body was shrouded in darkness, with only a pair of indifferent eyes, as sharp as lightning.
The long knife in his hand was swung and fell.
It was like a wild beast roaring in the room, with terrifying power, dazzling blades, and howling through the air.
The first sword of the Tyrant Sword, the Death Slash!
The red scholar's expression suddenly changed, and he dodged, but his right arm was cut off directly, and blood spattered out.
The blood was dazzling, dyeing Feng Qingxue's sight red. She was so close that her white dress was dyed red, and she was stunned in place.
"Is this the bloody world?" she said in a daze.
The red scholar's right arm was cut off, and the pain was almost heartbreaking. He rolled around like a lazy donkey and got up.
He grabbed the red belt that he had taken off, poured in his true energy, and instantly turned into a blood-red soft sword.
"Are you Jin Yiwei so shameless? You are worse than a castrated dog!" The red scholar held a sword in his left hand, feeling shocked and terrified, and looked at Su Changqing and roared.
Su Changqing covered his face. He couldn't even recognize who this person was. He could only see the gold embroidered flying fish suit.
This kind of sneak attack is so inappropriate!
He just took off his pants!
Su Changqing didn't say a word, but he rushed towards him quickly, his long knife slicing through the air with a clanking sound.
The red scholar could only use his left hand sword to block the attack.
The power of this sword is extraordinary, and its entire body has a blood-red, demonic color. Even when struck with the frost and snow sword, it still shows no sign of decline, which shows that the materials used are extremely extraordinary.
The surrounding wooden piles broke layer by layer and the cabin shook. Countless people discovered it and began to come to the attic.
"Damn thief, he only takes advantage of others' danger, just wait for me!" The red scholar felt exhausted and gritted his teeth.
His right arm was cut off, and most of his strength was lost. In Su Changqing's hands, he would die if he could not survive ten rounds!
The crimson scholar's single sword slashed through, and the purple blood was strange, turning the wooden table in the attic into pieces. He jumped up, his feet surged wildly, and he kicked the toes one by one.
This is the yin and yang step, the red scholar's method of becoming famous, and it is extremely fast.
Dozens of broken wood instantly turned into afterimages, directly in front of Su Changqing.
His eyes narrowed, and the Frost Snow Knife danced wildly in his hand, keeping the Hunyuan intact.
A small sawdust streaked across Su Changqing's cheek, blood spilled out, and the black gauze fell.
Su Changqing took a deep breath. He didn't expect that footwork could be used in this way.
No one in this world is simple. Even if they are in desperate situations, they still have the opportunity to escape.
"Take me away..." Feng Qingxue looked at Su Changqing's face and begged.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, standing alone under the moon, her white clothes stained with blood, her eyebrows picturesque, and there was a trace of exquisite beauty and sadness.
Su Changqing glanced at her without stopping, and then jumped down from the window very quickly.