Martial Arts: A Chinese Ghost Story, Huang Rong Tears

fast!
too fast!
Almost to the point where there is only an afterimage left!
It's so fast that the winner can only be distinguished by the sound!

Clang!
broken!

The crisp sound of metal breaking!

There is only one person with a sword!
So the loser can only be A Fei!
In just one breath, the outcome has already been announced!

There are no magnificent moves!
There is no imposing manner of penetrating mountains and rivers!
The duel between masters has always been like this!

A Fei stared blankly at the broken sword in his hand, standing there like a statue.

And the chopsticks in Li Qiye's hand had already reached about an inch in front of his throat.

No one saw Li Qiye's move clearly.

Because A Fei's sword is fast enough, Li Qiye can only be faster than him to break the sword in his hand.

Quiet.

Deathly silence.

In the Tongfu Inn, there was no sound.

Li Qiye defeated Ming's fastest swordsman with an unknown move in just one breath!
Because Li Qiye is still standing here, it is already a proof!
No, more than that!

It is a complete victory!
It is a complete victory without a doubt!

Because Li Qiye's "weapon" is just a chopstick!
A chopstick that even a child can break!

But this chopstick possessed immeasurable lethality in Li Qiye's hands.

No one doubted that if this chopstick moved half an inch forward, it would have killed Ah Fei!

"you lose."

When Li Qiye put the chopsticks back to their original place, it was equivalent to saving A Fei's life.

A Fei still looked at the broken sword in his hand, without saying a word.

Yes, he lost.

Completely lost.

A crushing defeat.

Everything just happened too fast.

It's too fast for words, it's indescribable.

Others may be confused.

But his heart is like a bright mirror.

His sword can pass through solid stone, through iron walls, through copper walls.

He used to be confident that his sword could pierce through everything.

However, just now.

He glimpsed the impenetrable.

That's a circle.

A perfect circle.

An absolute defense that connects end to end in an instant.

He has 180 ways to stab Li Qiye's heart from 360 angles.

But it's obviously close at hand.

That perfect circle cut Li Qiye away from the horizon.

Dang!

The broken sword fell to the ground.

Ah Fei felt as if all the strength in his body had been taken away.

The whole person is shaky.

But he still stood firm with his extraordinary perseverance.

"you win."

A Fei's eyes became dim, and he mechanically stated a fact that had already been done.

"I hope it's your swordsmanship that makes you sad, not your failure to kill me."

Li Qiye turned around, he was a little tired.

"Of course I'm sad that I'm not as skilled as others, but I'm even more sad that I didn't kill you."

A Fei is still A Fei.

He never tells lies.

"Because only the dead can't speak."

"Only dead people don't talk nonsense."

"I won't kill you."

"I won't appreciate it."

After A Fei finished his last words, he strode away from Tongfu Inn.

He didn't pick up the broken sword on the ground.

He didn't even take another look at the sword that had been with him for several years.

Li Qiye picked up the broken sword on the ground.

Rubbing the mottled blade was like rubbing a cat abandoned by its owner.

"Mr. Li, in my opinion, it's better to lose this broken sword. It's really bad luck."

"Yeah, Mr. Li, I really didn't expect Ah Fei to be such a person, you should be careful."

Everyone was talking about it.

"He'll be back."

Li Qiye looked at the retreating figure, took off his jacket and wrapped the broken sword layer by layer.

……

Not half a day.

What happened in Tongfu Inn spread from Qixia Town.

First of all, it was the news that Li Qiye hand-picked the seventh and eighth ninth place on the Daming Rouge List.

As expected, very few people knew about Mrs. Wugou.

It's not because the audience in the inn is so tight-lipped, but because there are too many blockbusters for today.

Beijing.

An inn somewhere.

A handsome young man is drinking tea in the guest room.

There was a knock on the door.

"Enter."

Two attendants came in one after another.

"Has the person's identity not been found yet?"

"Report to the princess, no."

These two attendants are Ah Er Ah San, and the princess is also Zhao Min.

"Hey."

Zhao Min sighed.

For the past few days, she has been looking for Li Qiye's whereabouts.

It's just that, after inquiring and inquiring, I never found out that there is such a swordsman in Jianghu.

"If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have offended the owner of the No. [-] villa in the world. She must know the guy's name."

"However, if you don't go to her place, you won't meet that guy at all."

"It's a headache."

Zhao Min sighed and took a sip of buckwheat tea.

"Has there been any major events in Jianghu recently?"

Zhao Min asked casually.

"Reporting to the princess, Li Qiye of Qixia Town has launched a Ming rouge list."

"The Great Ming Rouge List?"

Zhao Min shrugged.

"It's not the list of great Ming martial arts masters. What's the point of commenting on a group of vases?"

"Princess, you don't know something. This Li Qiye is amazing. A few days ago, he asserted the confrontation between the two sword gods on the top of the Forbidden City. What do you think?"

"how?"

"The specific situation is exactly the same as what he described."

"Ah."

Zhao Min grunted copiously, without much disturbance.

A fortune teller is accurate, but after all, he is a fortune teller and cannot be on the stage.

"Then what does this have to do with the Daming Rouge List?"

"It doesn't matter, but this is enough to prove the credibility of this person's words."

"Because he commented on the Daming Rouge List, the two of us knew that Wu Qing, the four famous arresters in the capital, was actually a daughter."

"That's right, the owner of the No. [-] Villa under heaven is also a daughter."

After Ah Er finished speaking, Ah San immediately followed suit.

"Well, it's barely interesting."

Although Zhao Min said this, he still clearly showed no interest.

"Princess, I've said so much, do you think that Li Qiye is just a scholar, at best, a marvelous scholar?"

Ah Er continued.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Zhao Min was getting impatient.

"However, this scholar, just today, defeated the fastest swordsman of Ming Dynasty in an instant with just a chopstick."