Fairies Are Fierce

Chapter 102 Border Town Prodigal Son

The iron rope crosses the river.

The strong wind carried raindrops as big as soybeans and hit the rusty cable bridge. The turbid waves under the bridge covered up the crackling sound of the bridge deck.

One end of the bridge is boundless wilderness, and the other end is Wuminggang, the last small town in the south of the Yan Dynasty.

It is named ‘Unnamed’ because there is no such landmark on the map of the Yan Dynasty, and this is also a place that ordinary people should not set foot on.

Under the heavy rain, a swordsman in green shirt walked slowly across the chain bridge and came to the small town with muddy roads.

There are only a dozen houses in the town, and there are hundreds of people in them, but they have all kinds of internal organs; there are shops, medical clinics, prostitutes, inns, and a group of hungry wolves.

There was no sound of people in the town, and countless eyes came out of the old restaurants and tea shops to look at the swordsman in blue shirt.

The blue-shirted swordsman only had a sword in his hand, and there was no valuable object in sight. All they could see was bloodstains all over his body.

So those gazes were taken back.

The swordsman in green shirts is used to this, this world is a wild purgatory where the weak can eat the strong, as long as you can eat people, they will not dare to eat you; the Wuminggang, which was originally full of murderous opportunities, can also become a gentle place for wild cultivators.

The swordsman in blue shirt carried his sword and walked to the inn in the center of the town. He ordered a bottle of wine and looked at the iron chain bridge from the window.

In the inn, there were four old tables and chairs, all covered with traces of swords, and guests were already seated; the guests, like the swordsman in blue, were looking at the wilderness in the south under the rain.

But the difference is that the others are fledglings who have stepped into Wuminggang rashly, and the blue-clothed swordsman is just saying goodbye to his hometown.

In practice, there are many people who practice for the sake of longevity, but few can really achieve longevity, so at the end of the practice, most people are still involved in worldly love and hatred, from "seeking longevity and protecting the common people" , and become 'seeking to kill and fatten oneself'.

The blue-clothed swordsman was one of them. He originally yearned for the avenue of immortality, but after his parents died in the wilderness, the only purpose of his practice was to pay blood.

In fact, it's not just wild cultivators like him, there are countless immortal sects in the Great Yan Dynasty and its surrounding areas. Except for the three families of Tiezhufu, Jingtai, and Yunshuijiantanyu, they are serious about seeking longevity. Seeking to kill.

Medicinal pills, treasures of heaven and earth, Grotto-Heaven...

All kinds of opportunities, no matter wild cultivators or sects, are rushing to them.

As long as you can make yourself a step further on the road of longevity, there is no one who cannot be killed, and there is no thing that cannot be done, even if blood flows into rivers and corpses float for thousands of miles.

The swordsman in green shirt knows that this is a wrong way, but in such a world, if you don't kill people, people will kill you, so what can you do?

Tread Tread——

A jar of turbid wine has not yet bottomed out. On the chain bridge, another person and a horse come.

The horse is a good horse, with strong limbs and a round waist, with a saddle on its back, and two scimitars hanging on one side of the saddle; on the back of the horse, there are all kinds of sundries, such as whisks, robes, bronze mirrors, etc. There are even two dead little beasts, which look like a merchant outside the Great Wall from a distance.

The person leading the horse is a young man.

The young man was dressed in a black robe, with a bamboo hat on his head, a long sword with a green leather sheath hanging on his left waist, and a jade pendant on his right. The jade pendant was engraved with a portrait of a chivalrous woman and a pig-headed man living in a small street.

The blue-clothed swordsman just glanced at him, and he knew that this person was a swordsman, but he was also a fledgling who hadn't experienced much in the world.

Wuminggang is only 300 miles away from Shuanlonggang, the last fairy family ferry in the south of Dayan Dynasty.

Coming from the southern wasteland, if you want to go to Shuanlonggang, you need to cross the Qingdu River. Normal people will not cross the river here, because there is a new bridge that is easy to walk not far away; Yexiu, who dared not walk the avenue, would go here, which also made Wuminggang a mass grave for chicks.

The blue-clothed swordsman took a sip of his wine bowl, and did not make a sound to remind him, because this is the way of the world, the road under his feet is too long, and there is only one chance to go the wrong way, and when he needs to be reminded, it is too late to turn back .

Tread Tread——

The young man didn't stop, he led the horse and set foot on the muddy road.

There was no sound in the restaurant, and everyone looked at the man and the horse, like a pack of hungry wolves, sniffing the prey.

The figure approached, and the blue-clothed swordsman took a closer look.

Young people are at most 17 or 18 years old, and their realm is not high. If they ride a horse, they don’t have a Zongmen badge on their waists, so they are not Zongmen’s disciples;

This is the perfect prey.

Sure enough, several tables of guests in the restaurant were exchanging glances, and some of the martial arts practitioners put their weapons off the tables to avoid disturbing the "honest guests".

Where there are people, there are rules, and the same is true for Wuminggang. Whichever shop the chicks enter, they will return to that shop. When you meet a town while walking outside, the first place you go to is mostly the inn, so the number of people waiting for rabbits in the inn is the largest.

Apparently, like most people, the young man came to the gate of the inn.

The pack of wolves in the wine shop also recovered, and continued to chat about trivial matters.

Xiaoer Yingqin stepped forward and took the reins:

"Guest officer, please come inside, play the top or stay in the hotel?"

"Have a rest and have a pot of wine."

The young man spoke in an easy-going manner, took down two scimitars, stepped into the gate of the restaurant, raised his bamboo hat, and revealed his face.

The blue-clothed swordsman glanced at him - his eyebrows were like black ink, his eyes were like springs, he was so handsome that he didn't look like a man from a wild land, but like a rich man who went out to wander around privately.

Young people are looking at him too!

There were guests at all the tables in the wine shop, and one or two seats were reserved at each table. Perhaps because he thought he was more kind-hearted, the young man walked to his table and showed a bright smile:

"Brother, it's full, borrow a place."

After all, two knives and a sword were placed on the table.

The blue-clothed swordsman glanced at him. The sword is a good sword, the sword is a good sword, and he looks like a good person.

After all, the blue-clothed swordsman was different from the others in the inn. He rubbed his fingers over the sword marks on the table and reminded:

"Little friend, you shouldn't be here."

The young man didn't seem to understand and smiled heartily:

"I don't want to come either. There are no seats left, so I'll take it. By the way, how far is Shuanlonggang from here, can you know?"

The blue-clothed swordsman sighed secretly, and could only smile back:

"Three hundred miles, go north."

The young man nodded slightly, took the jug handed by Xiao Er, and looked at the other drinkers who were chatting casually beside him.

The Independent Cultivator, who was sitting on the sidelines at the table, acted very similarly, and was talking about the major events that happened in the Great Yan Dynasty recently:

"I heard that the overlord of the Nine Sects, Iron Arrow Mansion, has recently appeared a 'Qing Kui'. The dragon has seen the head but not the tail. It is said that he is the closed disciple of Situ Baye, the master of the Iron Arrow Mansion..."

"What is your name?"

"I don't know. The Iron Arrow Mansion is secretive. No one knows about it. I'm afraid it's a rare talent that you don't see in a thousand years. Because it's too mysterious, it's directly ranked ninth in the Nine Alliance Young Dragons List. I don't know its name, so let's call it 'Shangguan' for the time being." Kowloon'…”

The young man had obviously never seen the big world, so he listened very engrossed. After the chat, he turned around and poured him wine:

"Brother, what are the Qing Kui and the young dragon list?"

The blue-clothed swordsman shook his head secretly, raised his hand to push away the drugged wine jar, and poured a bowl for the young man with his own wine jar.

This move made the guests at other tables look sideways, but the blue-clothed swordsman didn't care about it, he explained:

"Qing Kui is the future heir of the Southern Nine Sects, and most of them are the direct descendants of the ancestors; the Nine Sects are too big to bet on a single seedling, so each sect has two to three Qing Kui, all of whom are members of each sect. The most gifted practice genius of the disciple generation. The young dragon list is a monk with good deeds, and there are only nine places in the ranking for the Qingkui of the nine sects; It was squeezed down by the 'Shangguan Nine Dragons' that suddenly appeared."

The young man suddenly realized, picked up the wine bowl and said:

"I just learned that there is such a saying, and I learned a lesson."

The blue-clothed swordsman shook his head slightly, and squinted to see that a martial artist next to the table had already grasped the handle of the knife under the table. He also put his hand on his sword.

However, what surprised the swordsman in blue was that the young man in front of him drank the wine in the bowl and stood up:

"Brother, drink first, I'll kill a few people, and we'll talk later."

After speaking, he picked up the two machetes on the table.

For the first time, the blue-clothed swordsman showed surprise in his eyes, and more than a dozen wild cultivators at the nearby wine table also slapped the table and stood up:

"Crazy kid..."

crack——

In the next moment, the wind of swords in the lobby of the inn was like a black tide!

I saw the young man in black sitting opposite the wine table appearing in the center of the hall in a flash.

There were two silver-moon scimitars in his hands, and the blades were surrounded by black mist. Before the wild cultivators around him could draw their swords, the scimitars with black trails swept across the table at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

Chachacha——

The sharp blade cut through flesh and bone, making a numbing sound.

Blood spurted out, and before the three heads fell to the ground, they turned into a pair of black knives and came to another table.

"Eighth Level Ancestor?!"

"Double Moon Covering Swords?"

"It's the person who hides the moon forest, run quickly..."

There were screams outside the inn, and people in the hall fled.

But who can take three steps in front of the airtight blade? !

Chachacha——

The calm wine shop suddenly turned into a Shura purgatory with thousands of swords on it.

"ah--"

"Rare..."

The young man in black danced his swords rapidly, his eyes were so cold and inhumane, he ignored any wails and pleas, and killed with a sword!

The storm in the hall seemed to be more violent than outside the window!

Wherever the young man passed, limbs flew everywhere, but no blood was left on his body. In just a few breaths, more than a dozen wild wolves in the hall were reduced to pieces under the blade.

The surprise in the eyes of the swordsman in green gradually turned into astonishment. When the blade stopped and the young man in black sprinkled the blood on the swords, he came to his senses and opened his mouth:

"Heh... I didn't expect it to be a reckless man with a knife."

The young man stood among the broken corpses on the ground, turned around and showed a bright smile:

"My name is Zuo Lingquan, and I am a swordsman. But my sword is beyond the reach of most people."

The blue-shirted swordsman shook his head, not sure if he was disbelieving or disdainful. He put down the wine bowl and held it in his hand:

"Nanhuang Zhao Wuxie, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you."

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(End of chapter)