Chapter 39 I'll be waiting for you in ten years (Part 1)
"I didn't expect that you look so weak, but your dog's nose is very clever."
The moment Ning Yan stopped, a black-faced man slowly walked out from the corner ahead. He slammed the ghost-headed knife on the ground with both hands, almost cracking the bluestone.
This knife is probably not much lighter than his autumn water!
"Uncle, I kill people on a per-person basis. Put down that girl and I'll let you go." The black man held a reed pole in his mouth and bared his teeth and said, "I advise you not to have any evil thoughts. There are people who are enough
I have found six masters at the top of the eighth level to set up a dragnet, and you will not be able to escape."
Ning Yan thought of the several scents he felt along the way, and immediately understood that he was not lying.
Six eighth-level peak figures were dispatched just to surround and kill a seven-year-old girl... It was really a big deal.
"How do you think about it?"
"I'm sorry, but I obey."
Ning Yan replied coldly. With a flick of his wrist, he threw the lantern into the sky and knocked the remaining lamp pole against the wall of the alley, leaving only two or three feet in length.
The other party looked regretful: "So you want to die with her? Okay, I'll grant you that!"
"I haven't asked for your name yet."
"Remember the uncle's name, so as not to be confused by the King of Hell." The big black man laughed loudly: "Sangmen Sword, Cheng Mao!"
Upon hearing this name, Ning Yan's expression changed.
"Are you Sangmen Dao Cheng Mao?!"
"Have you heard of my name?" Cheng Mao was slightly startled. His name has reached Jiangnan East Road?
"That's really thunderous!"
Ning Yan nodded, and information about him quickly flashed through his mind.
Sangmen Swordsman Cheng Mao, a Lingnan swordsman, was at the pinnacle of the eighth rank, and his unique skill was the low-rank Kuangsha Swordsmanship of the Xuan rank. He died at the age of thirty-eight.
Originally, Ning Yan shouldn't remember such a small person from ten years ago, but his deeds are too famous.
At the peak of thirty-eight years old, he was beaten to death by seven-year-old Chai Ruru with his bare hands. He was seriously injured and fell into the water. His body was found in a canal outside the city seven days later.
Perhaps a few years later, when Chai Ruru becomes a great master, this childhood anecdote will be retold and discussed again and again, and his name can be regarded as being written into history in the light of Chai Ruru.
Because so much time had passed, Ning Yan didn't know exactly what day Chai Ruru fought Cheng Mao. He never thought that it was the Lantern Festival.
"You seem...to take a long breath of relief?"
Cheng Mao keenly caught the change in Ning Yan's expression, spitting out the reed stick with a loud sound, revealing a pair of rotten yellow teeth: "It seems that I have been underestimated, uncle."
After that, he pulled out the ghost-headed sword and pointed it at Ning Yan: "Let me see what you are capable of."
"I admit that I am no match for you now." Ning Yan shook his head. Being reckless was not his style, but he patted the girl's back gently and whispered in her ear.
"The decision is yours, Chai Ruru!"
The girl felt her ears itching while she was half asleep and half awake. She couldn't help but push her arms into Ning Yan's arms and said vaguely: "Brother Yan, are we home yet..."
"We're almost home, but someone's stopping us now."
"Is...someone?!"
Chai Ruru suddenly woke up and hurriedly jumped out of his arms, her cheeks flushed.
It's so embarrassing...
When Cheng Mao saw this, he laughed angrily: "So your confidence is to let a seven-year-old girl deal with me?"
"Okay! Good! Good!!!"
With three roars in succession, Cheng Mao's momentum reached its peak at this moment.
He has never been looked down upon so much!
Cheng Mao swung the Ghost Head Sword with one hand, and the heavy blade could create a whirlwind just by waving it. The earthy yellow energy was wrapped around it, and he slashed out with one blow, sending sand and rocks flying.
More importantly, there is nowhere to hide in this narrow alley.
Chai Ruru subconsciously stood in front of Ning Yan, but they were both beaten away!
"I'm sorry, brother Yan, he is so powerful, I can't beat him..."
Chai Ruru's little face was dirty from the smoke, and she pursed her lips.
Ning Yan was dumbfounded.
How is that possible? Cheng Mao should be no match for Chai Ruru!
This incident caused a sensation back then. It couldn't be wrong. The grass on Cheng Mao's grave was several feet tall!
The black man didn't give them much time to react and rushed forward with a knife.
Chai Ruru glanced at Ning Yan, who was still in shock. She knew she was outmatched, but she still stepped forward and relied on her body skills to deal with the opponent.
But after all, we are facing the enemy empty-handed. If we continue like this, we will lose our heads and places soon.
The gap between the two is really huge.
"Die to me!"
Cheng Mao seized the opportunity, his sword technique suddenly changed, he turned around and made another powerful and heavy slash.
At the critical moment, a figure stood between the two of them.
Ning Yan had no other choice but to resist the knife with his body, and the knife almost split him in half!
"Brother Yan!"
Ning Yan gritted her teeth and forced a smile: "It's me who should say I'm sorry. It was my mistake in judgment that put you in danger."
"Leave me alone, run..."
Chai Ruru was not willing to run away alone. She used enough strength to turn over and perform a rabbit kick, kicking Cheng Mao back a few steps. Then she carried Ning Yan and flew up to the eaves.
"Put me down, otherwise you won't be able to run far."
"I don't care, we will be together forever!"
Chai Ruru used the Willow Supporting Movement and passed over the eaves at an extremely fast speed. Cheng Mao blocked her direction, so she had to go around in a circle and finally hid in the backyard of a house.
It didn't take long for Cheng Mao to find this place, and after settling Ning Yan, Chai Ruru took the time to sit cross-legged.
Only when she breaks through to the eighth level can she have the power to resist.
At this moment, Chai Ruru's essence, energy, and spirit merged into one, and all the true energy rushing in her meridians shrank into the sea of qi, and her sea of qi seemed to have a small millstone, crushing and reorganizing all the true qi little by little.
Is this the process of returning nature to nature?
She closed her eyes tightly and carefully felt the changes in her body.
At the same time, the aura on Chai Ruru's body also changed, becoming deeper and deeper.
But at the last moment, she felt that the innate Qi that had just appeared in her Qi Sea suddenly disappeared, and her face suddenly turned pale.
Failed to pass the level!
"How could it be possible? How could it be possible? It shouldn't be!"
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Chai Ruru lost her sense of proportion, and the more anxious she was to break through, the more unable she was to get what she wanted, and her repeated attempts only caused her to suffer internal injuries.
The desperate Chai Ruru bit her lip tightly, her eyes suddenly misty.
"Brother Yan, I'm so useless, I'm sorry..."
If he were the protagonist in this novel, he might be able to turn danger into safety.
But life is real, and she is not the protagonist.
"Well..."
The semi-conscious Ning Yan groaned softly as if his wound was being touched. Chai Ruru wiped her tears and quickly pulled the straw to cover him, with a look of anxiety on her little face.
No, if this continues, Brother Yan will definitely die.
There may be only one way to save him...
Chai Ruru sniffed, wrote a line of words on the dirt with a hair stick, looked at him reluctantly, turned around and ran in the other direction.
"I'm here! Catch me if you can!"
Cheng Mao was searching for traces of the two of them from room to room when he saw the little figure flying out from next door and immediately chased after him.
Even though Chai Ruru had pushed the Fuliu Body Technique to the extreme, her strength failed after all, and she stopped as if resigned to her fate after running for a short time.
"Don't run away?"
Chai Ruru didn't speak, she just stared blankly in the direction of Ning Yan.
If he died, would Brother Yan be sad?
It's a pity that we haven't gotten married yet...
"I will accept your head, sir!"
Cheng Mao laughed evilly and was about to drop the ghost-headed sword when he suddenly heard a hissing sound coming from behind.
That was the sound of something breaking through the air.
Sword energy?!
Cheng Mao hurriedly lowered his head, and the thing brushed past his scalp, leaving a narrow wound on the top of his head, and blood immediately flowed profusely.
When he touched the top of his head, he saw blood on his hand, and said angrily: "Who the hell is plotting against the uncle!"
Hey, hey, hey, three more invisible sword energies responded to him.
Cheng Mao hurriedly grasped the ghost-headed sword and held the broad blade in front of him. The sound of the jingling of fine iron could be heard endlessly. The huge force coming from the blade hit the ground and he was defeated step by step.
"If you have the ability, come forward to me!"
After a long time, a voice suddenly sounded in the air.
"Okay."
Finally found you!
Cheng Mao raised his head following the sound, but his pupils suddenly shrank.
Under the clouds, a sword fell from the sky, like the Milky Way hanging upside down. The sword energy that destroyed the front turned into waves one after another, and the waves rolled like anger!