He Yidao waved gently, and the black flying knife on Liu Li's neck floated by itself, and the blade was still not stained with a trace of blood. With a 'swish', Lucky flew directly into He Yidao's right sleeve.
He Yidao has been able to initially control the flying knives in the air, just like controlling his own arms, but it is a bit unfamiliar. Therefore, it is okay to use it to collect flying knives, but it is definitely not suitable for fighting.
He Yidao's realm is still at the fourth level of Qi Refining, but through the sword-raising method recorded in "Raising the Sword" for a long time, he has warmed up the flying knife, and has gradually established a connection with the flying knife using the sword element.
Daoyuan is a mutated one, but it is really different from Jianyuan. Daoyuan is more domineering than Jianyuan, and it also contains the fierceness of Jianyuan.
"What? Do you have anything else?" He Yidao asked when he saw Liu Yinan staring at him.
"You practice flying knives?" Liu Yinan's tone was not as calm as before, but instead he was a little surprised and puzzled.
He was a bit out of his mind. At least He Yidao thought that he shouldn't be so surprised, nor should he have such an exaggerated expression of disbelief.
Because ever since He Yidao met him, he had shown a slight sense of alienation that didn't care about anything. This sense of alienation was innate, as if he was out of tune with the mortals in the world.
But the way he behaves now is like an independent immortal suddenly falling into the mortal world.
"Why, you have to take care of this matter?" He Yidao asked.
Liu Yinan said nothing and looked at He Yidao with a complicated face. Finally, as if he had figured out something, he sighed without saying anything, then bowed respectfully and turned around to leave.
Looking at the few actions Liu Yinan made before leaving, He Yidao was a little confused.
"What a weirdo." He Yidao thought to himself.
The bamboo forest became deserted again, with only He Yidao standing there alone, motionless. If it weren't for the corpse lying next to him, he would have felt like Mr. Mo Shang.
The breeze blew by, and the leaves of the bamboo forest made a rustling sound. The curtain cap hanging on the bamboo branch kept swaying on the bamboo branch. With a "dong" sound, the curtain cap fell to the ground, and rolled around on the ground.
Then he fell to the ground.
He Yidao looked at the curtain hat in a daze.
He watched for a while and walked over. He picked up the curtain hat from the ground with his trembling right hand, cleaned the weeds stuck to the curtain, and placed it gently on top of his head, covering his slightly pale face.
He turned around and left, not looking at the body on the ground again, just like that body and the weeds on the roadside, they couldn't attract his attention at all.
This is the world, when you die, who will care about you?
He Yidao suddenly felt regretful. He felt that he shouldn't have done this, because killing him like this would be a bit advantageous to him.
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Walking through the busy streets, crossing the small bridge, leaving the running water behind, the sound of cries, the aroma of snacks, and the smell of various spices make up the bustling East Street.
This small town by the mountains is a very lively place. It is rich in materials. Caravans from the Central Plains come here all year round to exchange and collect materials. Just like the spices sold by vendors, they are also exchanged with caravans from the Central Plains.
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There were countless people coming and going in the market. He Yidao blended in with the crowd and wandered aimlessly around Dongcheng. Sometimes he would casually look through the goods on the stalls, just like ordinary people shopping on the street.
He Yidao found two medical clinics in Dongcheng. One had patients coming in and out, and the business was very good, while the other was in a bleak situation with no patients.
In He Yidao's eyes, the medical clinic with many patients was very ordinary, while the medical clinic with no patients was not ordinary.
"A benevolent heart lasts forever, and a thousand swords save all living beings." He Yidao read the couplets hanging on both sides of this medical clinic. The medical clinic was very broke, and not a single patient came in or out. I don't know why it hasn't closed yet.
"The sword saves all living beings? Why is it a medical clinic with such strong murderous intent?" He Yidao said.
So, he turned and left.
He didn't go into the weird-looking medical clinic because he felt it wasn't the right time yet.
He came to a restaurant.
"Sir, what do you need to eat?" The waiter came to ask shortly after he sat down at He Yidao.
"Let's serve all the special dishes here." He Yidao sat near the window.
"Okay, please wait a moment."
Before the food was served, a stranger came across He Yidao's table.
"Why did you stop me from going to that medical clinic?" He Yidao asked.
"That medical clinic has changed." The visitor said.
"What has changed?" He Yidao asked.
"You don't need to know, but you can go tomorrow." The man continued.
He Yidao stared at the strange man in front of him through the black curtain. He didn't know what this man's purpose was because he really didn't know the man in front of him.
"That medical clinic..." the man seemed to be thinking of a way to express it, "will be thoroughly cleaned today and is not suitable for receiving guests."
At this time, the waiter brought the dishes to the table.
"Want to eat something?" He Yidao asked.
"Well..." The man who was about to leave thought for a while and nodded, "Okay."
At the dinner table, neither of them spoke.
The stranger suddenly asked: "Do you have any wine?"
He Yidao ignored him.
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It is getting late, and the number of pedestrians on the street has not decreased. I am afraid that such a prosperous street will have a night market.
He Yidao had several questions in his mind, "Was it the madman who was killed by Yunwu Pavilion? But why did Yunwu Pavilion kill that madman? Who wanted to kill my parents? And who killed my parents? Yunwu Pavilion?..."
He wanted to visit Yunwu Pavilion. He had too many questions in his mind. He wanted to find out what happened behind the death of his parents.
But I am a little tired today. Even if there is no one in front of me to stop me, I will not go.
Because today's flying knife has exhausted all the sword energy in his body. Moreover, his right hand has been shaking uncontrollably due to the loss of strength.
This is fatal, especially for a person who uses a throwing knife. Any trembling of the hand will cause a huge mistake.
However, every mistake can be fatal.
He now needs a way to exercise his body so that his knife can be more stable.
After dinner, He Yidao found an inn to rest for the night.
He was speechless all night until the next day, when he came to that strange medical clinic again.
Which medical clinic is filled with swords instead of herbs? This is the medical clinic.
When He Yidao stepped into the medical clinic for the first time, he saw a familiar person.
The man was standing at the counter, probably flipping through his account books, but what kind of account books could a medical clinic like this have if it had no income?
"Ouch, I lost money, I lost money, isn't this just losing money all the time!"
He Yidao wanted to laugh, but he couldn't because he knew the person in front of him.