Chapter 2

"Let's go."

The man waved his sword and cut off the cold iron in his hand.

The sword light sets off the moonlight, just like ice and running water. The cold iron spilled on the ground, and the shackles that had been bound for three years also broke.

Behind them is a valley ignited by fire, which dyes half of the night sky into sunset clouds. The man turned around and hid himself in the burning firelight and completely disappeared from sight.

However, the whispers of magic echoed in my ears again and again.

"In a year, I will definitely go to you."

In front of you is an abyss.

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Qi Ruowang was startled from his dream.

Short of breath, dark as ink, his eyes looked a little disiated ahead, and he remembered where he was.

He is no longer in Nameless Valley.

He has escaped from the place where he was imprisoned for three years and regained his freedom.

However, although it is no longer constrained, nightmares are like shadows that lingering. It's like a curse that invades him day and night.

At this time, the moonlight outside the window was just right. Qi Ruowang was sleepless and he simply put on a coat and sat in front of the window to enjoy the night scenery.

This is a small town south of the Yangtze River. Even in the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, the old tree also buds, and there is no color of withering. The moonlight fell to the ground like silver wire, like a beautiful woman dancing in a gauze.

Qi Ruo looked down then looked at his hands through the moonlight. The thick layer of sword cocoon in my hand has faded with the neglect of sword practice in recent years. The skin, which was originally slightly rough, also became delicate due to three years of captivity.

No one can see that the owner of these hands was once a desperate man who licked blood with a knife. Now he is more like a scholar who ignores his ordinary affairs, or a well-respected businessman.

Qi Ruowang once hated the shackles that locked him and made him unable to move; he hated the man who imprisoned him and took away his freedom. However, these have become his life-saving help.

These hands make him pretend to be a businessman without any flaws and will not easily reveal his identity.

How ironic.

He took a light breath and tried to mobilize his internal breath, but the internal force had to stop after circulating in the body for half a week. He has not practiced martial arts for three years, suffered internal injuries before losing his freedom, and was imprisoned before he was properly recuperated. Although the internal injury has been cured, the internal force has not been used for a long time. It is uncontrollable for a while, and it is inevitable to crash, almost hurting the heart.

Thinking that he could not rush to recover his power for a while, he could only press the impulse and slowly recuperate.

It's midnight on the willow tips on the moon.

Outside the house, it was so quiet that there was no worms. Qi Ruowang sat at the window for a while again, in a rare daze. The moonlight kissed his eyebrows gently, but could not melt half of the chill. For a long time, he got up and went to the window. Close your eyes and lie back in bed.

He didn't sleep, just waiting for dawn.

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In the morning of Jiangnan, it came late in the shouts of sellers.

With the development of commerce in the south of Daqi, there is no division between east and west cities and residential areas. Businessmen can even rent shops next to the county government with silver, and peddlers can drink freely in the street without fear of being driven away.

In the morning, it was still dawn, and the peddler went out to walk around the streets with a burden. Their first patron is of course Wing On Street, which is full of shops and inns.

"Oh, fresh steamed buns, mushrooms and green vegetables, radish fungus and steamed buns stuffed with soy sauce and meat!"

"The peddler!"

The window seat of the inn stretched out a hand, "Two cages of meat buns, bring me."

"Good, guest officer."

The peddler picked up the steamed bun, but when he entered the lobby, his whole legs and feet trembled instantly, and he could not take a step any longer.

In this small lobby on the first floor, there are actually seven or eight black-faced men. They were dressed in black cloth shirts and hung long knives around their waists, which was awe-inspiring. At this time, when these strong men saw him come in, Qi Qi turned around and stared at him, as if his eyes could shave him off.

There was a soft smile next to him.

"What are you afraid of? They won't eat you."

It was a girl who spoke, also armed with a thin sword. There were still two people sitting beside her, both men, an old man and a young man. At this time, several people looked at him, or the steamed buns in his hands.

The swordsman said, "Put down the steamed buns and take the money, and you will be fine."

As if the peddler was released, he hurriedly put down two cages of steamed buns, collected copper money, and went out in a hurry. Because I walked too fast, I stumbled before I left the door.

The young man sitting next to the girl laughed, "That's all the courage."

"What's wrong?" The girl stared at him, "They are ordinary people, and they can kill people like you. Is it strange?"

"Qingqing, what are you talking about?" The young man smiled bitterly and said, "Where can I kill people like hemp?"

Ruan Qingqing said, "Any compared with these ordinary people, you often fight one side, don't you take human life as a hero, don't you kill like a hemp?"

The young man frowned.

"Am I wrong?" Ruan Qingqing looked at him and said, "A while ago, didn't you kill both of them when you had an argument with the shutter people?"

"I didn't kill them. At that time, it would be me who was the corpse on the spot. Jianghu struggle has always been like this, how can people be soft for a moment?"

"Well, you also know that it's a battle between rivers and lakes. Ordinary people are not like you who often gets infected with human life. When it comes to big things, you will naturally be afraid. You look down on others, don't you just rely on your martial arts skills and don't pay attention to ordinary people?"

How could the young man think of his words, which caused so much criticism from her, and he didn't know how to explain it, "I..."

"Well, it should be. Don't worry about her. She just likes to make a petty." The old man at the same table stroked his long beard and shook his head and laughed, "I don't know where I heard the truth, so I just copied it and played tricks in front of you. Ruan, you say that people who practice martial arts are not good at all kinds of things. Why do you still need to practice martial arts yourself? Isn't it self-demolition of the countertop?"

"I don't practice martial arts to show off."

Ruan Qingqing said to himself, "I practice martial arts to be better than those green forest nights. Once they banned them with armed prisoners and disturbed the people, I could rectify them. Just like Qin Weitang, catch all those scourges--"

The atmosphere in the room suddenly changed, like touching something taboo that should not be touched.

The old man was so busy that he stretched out his hand and pointed at the girl. At the same time, he arched his hand and said, "Disrespectful, disrespectful, the little girl is not well disciplined, and speaks wildly. Please don't worry about it."

Over there, after hearing Ruan Qingqing's words, their face changed greatly. The strong men in black who had pulled out half of their swords could only snort and sit back. But the atmosphere has become stiff, and there is a feeling of pulling out the sword.

The old man knew that the hall could never stay any longer, so he had to pick up his bag in a hurry and instruct the young man to leave with the troublemaker.

He went a long way out before he solved his daughter's dumb brain. Before Ruan Qingqing jumped violently, he said first, "Daughter, you almost caused a big disaster just now."

Seeing that she seemed unconvinced, he added, "Do you know who are the swordsmen sitting in the inner hall just now? They are the people of Badaotang. Badaotang is responsible for searching for Qin Shan in Jiangnan this time. They heard you talking about Qin Weitang, which made those people anxious. I'm afraid things are really bad."

Ruan Qingqing gradually calmed down when he heard the words and said curiously:

"So, then Qin Shan really arrived south of the Yangtze River?"

"Alas."

The old man didn't answer, took his apprentice and daughter far away, sighing as he walked.

"This Jianghu is about to usher in another bloody storm."

Everything originated from a shock.

Three months ago, the Wulin holy place of Nameless Valley was broken by unknown people. The fire burned the mountain for a whole day and a night. When the people nearby rushed there, they saw only the smoke all over the mountain, and all the disciples in the valley disappeared.

Qin Shan, the great demon who had been imprisoned for three years, disappeared. For a while, rumors arose. Some people said that Qin Shan was the cause of the fire. Some people said that the big devil was also buried in the fire. In any case, after this battle, Qin Shan returned to everyone's sight.

The former leader of Qin Weitang, who stirred up a bloody storm in the world, once again became the target of public criticism. Shaolin Wudang, the ten schools, and the heroes of both sides of the waterway, even the men in the dynasty are secretly tracking his trace.

However, the whole world searched for more than March, but Qin Shan, the central figure of the storm, disappeared without leaving any trace.

Qin Shan is like an unknown valley burned by the fire, and he is no longer missing.

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After not sleeping all night, Qi Ruowang pushed the door out.

"Master."

When the little man waited at the door, he saw him come out and quickly came forward and said, "Someone sent me a post today."

Qi Ruowang took the post and looked at the words written like a golden knife and iron horse on it.

Tonight, the moon tower is waiting.

——You Xiaoyi

Qi Ruo frowned slightly.

Who is You Xiaoyi?

He is a famous knifeman in the younger generation. He was once wise and emptied by the abbot of Shaolin. He was a hero among the people. At the same time, he is also the deputy head of the Badao Hall.

But why do you want to meet an unknown businessman like such a right-handed little guy?

Did he find Qi Ruowang's identity?

After a little thought, under the mask of human skin, Qi Ruo saw a smile that no one could see. But what identity does he have?

He is just an ordinary person.

"Car preparation."

Qi Ruowang said.

He is going to meet the right-handed man for a while.

When the little scort called the car, the plum blossoms in the yard had just fallen.

Red plums are like fire.

The moment he stepped on the shaft, Qi Ruowang seemed to see that man again.

The man who died in the fire.

Qin Shan.