Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

The man in black still didn't answer, he came to kill people tonight, and he didn't want to talk to the dead.

Lu Dongqing didn't want to be a dead person either, he just wanted to pry off the mask of the man in black and ask the truth from that mouth.

What would you do if you killed someone, but someone suddenly meddled in their own business and said that it could save the dead person's life?

The answer couldn't be simpler.

The identity of the man in black is what the deceased said to him tonight.

The opportunity for the deceased to speak is only this one time, he must cherish it and never miss it.

The man in black acted cautiously, and Lu Dongqing could guess what he was thinking. It had been nine years since the military ban was enforced. This man must be wondering why a young man would be so skilled.

Lu Dongqing felt excited uncontrollably, and a strong sense of high spirits rose up deep in her heart, which turned into a sharper edge than a sharp sword, and poured it into the rough pole in her hand.He thought, is this the joy of drinking blood with a blade that makes warriors all over the world flock to it?

But he soon thought of his friend lying in the coffin, and the joy disappeared immediately, replaced by self-blame and regret.

The sword in his hand should not be such a frivolous and selfish thing.

The sword in the opponent's hand was very light and soft.When it is still, there is hardly any thickness. When it is swung, its trajectory is unpredictable like a whip.The sword flower danced and exploded one after another around it, weaving an invisible cage and trapping the prey in it.

Lu Dongqing was not trapped, he pushed the opponent's sword away time and time again with the posture of four or two strokes, and in between advances and retreats, he skillfully turned the attack into nothing.

He always remembered his master's teaching that true swordsmanship lies not in sharpness, but in breath.As long as the breath is alive, everything can be a sword, even a pole is no exception.

The night in the distance became thicker, and two figures, one black and one white, were bathed in the pale light of phosphorous fragrance, entangled and intertwined.

Lu Dongqing almost forgot himself, only the sound of the blade piercing the wind could be heard, and in his focused eyes, everything slowed down a beat.He saw the opponent's moves changed.It seems that the torrent has finally reached the edge of the cliff, turning into a silver waterfall and pouring down——

——It is at this moment!

A lightning-like blue light swayed from the frivolous sword edge, and it chopped towards the top of Lu Dongqing's head.

The man in black is absolutely sure, this time, he will never be able to escape.

Lu Dongqing did not dodge, the few feint attacks just now had blocked every escape route for him, he had no choice but to place his weapon horizontally in front of him, to block the opponent's falling cut head-on.

But the weapon in his hand was not a sword after all, but a rough wooden pole, unable to withstand the opponent's fierce attack, it broke into two pieces in the air with a thick and muffled sound.

A smile appeared on the corner of the man in black's mouth.

But this smile soon froze on his lips, and the man in black realized in astonishment that although the opponent's sword was broken, he did not stop.

Lu Dongqing slipped under the sword, holding half of the pole in his hand, and stabbed straight at the enemy's shoulder.

The long stick turned into a short stick, and the distance of the shot changed accordingly. The man in black had just dropped his arm, and before he could take it back, he was hit hard on his shoulder, just hitting the acupoint, and the ensuing severe pain made him The whole arm suddenly went numb, the five fingers lost strength, and the whip-like long sword fell from the bottom of his hand and fell to the ground, making a clang sound when it collided with the bluestone board.

Lu Dongqing had already come before his eyes, took advantage of the situation and raised his other hand, easily took off his mask.

After seeing the face hidden under the mask, Lu Dongqing's expression turned from surprise to anger: "It's you!!"

The man didn't answer, but just sneered, and turned his hands behind his back. The next moment, a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

Except for being a little shorter, this sword is almost exactly the same as the one just now.

Lu Dongqing was stunned, he didn't see the opponent's movements at all, and he didn't understand how such a long sword could be hidden in such a thin clothes.

He had no time to think, because the sword had already been raised, and the frivolous blade shook out silver flowers, stabbing straight at his eyes.

The sword edge stopped between his eyebrows.

Standing in front of him was a familiar hand, Lu Zhengqiu's hand.

Lu Zhengqiu held the other half of the shoulder pole in his hand, and the incision was neat. The man in black's sword pierced the broken part, like hitting a shield made of pig iron.

This is the real turning things into swords.

Lu Zhengqiu said in a deep voice: "You have killed your own son, are you going to kill my apprentice?"

The hand of the man in black dropped, and he finally realized that he had no chance of winning.He just smiled coldly and squeezed out two words through his teeth: "Son? Even if I recognize him as a son, has he ever called me Dad?"

The man in black hiding under the mask is Mrs. Ni's current husband, Ni Yan's nominal father, Jing Sanlang.

Lu Dongqing clenched her fists and stared at him fiercely: "Even if he wanted to scream, he would never be able to. Don't you feel guilty at all?"

Jing Sanlang raised his eyelids, and looked at the two people opposite him: "I understand, you are not here to save people at all."

Lu Dongqing said unceremoniously: "Yes, if we don't do this, how can you show your true colors!"

Jing Sanlang stared at him for a long time, finally shook his head and said: "I was fooled by you, and I can't beat you, so I can only let you handle it."

After he finished speaking, he threw the sword on the ground, and laughed a few times foolishly. The martial character just now disappeared completely, leaving only a drunken gambler.

Lu Zhengqiu glanced at the ground, and said: "The male and female swords of willow leaves can overcome a hundred rigidity with softness."

Jing Saburo raised his head in astonishment: "How do you know...?"

Lu Zhengqiu went on to say: "The male and female swords are as light as nothing. They can be bent and hidden on the body without being noticed. The swordsmanship is unpredictable. They can advance and retreat, killing people invisible. It's a pity that your kung fu The method is not proficient enough to be able to take it in and out freely, if I guessed correctly, Jing Saburo, you used to be a disciple of the Liu family."

Jing Saburo did not deny it, but lowered his gaze even lower.

After hearing Master's commentary, Lu Dongqing became even more furious: "Since you were once a child of an aristocratic family and a member of the martial arts world, why did you do such an inhumane thing?"

"I didn't kill him!" Jing Sanlang retorted, "I just called him to the study and asked him to open the box and take out the treasure. The old fox surnamed Ni only left the treasure to him, but he You don't know how to enjoy it at all, so why don't you give it to me!"

Lu Zhengqiu was startled and said: "Yan'er knows the secret order of the box?"

"Of course he knows, he is the only one in the world who knows, but there are fools like him in the world, who would rather touch the mechanism than listen to me. His death is the way he chose!"

"You... so it's you..." Lu Dongqing finally sorted out the whole situation, and said furiously, "Yan'er, he has no choice at all! He sold his body to support you and your family. He is cornered to death, what is the difference from killing him with his own hands!"

Jing Saburo didn't answer, his drunken eyes suddenly widened, and he looked blankly into the darkness in the distance.

Lu Dongqing was startled, and a thought flashed in his mind, is this person really repenting?But the next moment, I heard Jing Sanlang muttering: "Yue'er...how did you come?"

Behind the three of them, a childish voice came from the Snake King Temple, which should have been empty: "Father...Father...where did you hide your brother..."

The person who came was actually Jing Sanlang's biological daughter, Jing Yue.

He walked tremblingly in the dark, groped to the side of the coffin, and put his hands on the lower edge of the coffin lid.

"Don't—" Lu Dongqing exclaimed, but it was still a step too late.

Jing Yue has lifted the coffin lid.

Ni Yan was lying there, her face was deformed by the poison, her complexion was green like a ghost, and her eyes were sunken into the eye sockets, which was a hundred times more miserable than in the daytime.

Lu Dongqing only took one look, but couldn't bear to look any further.He couldn't imagine how desperate his friend was, allowing the poisonous needle to pierce his body, and what kind of despair he was, lying alone in his home, waiting for the ivy to devour the rest of his life.

He walked over quickly and closed the coffin.

Jing Yue raised her head slowly, her face was pale and her lips were bloodless.

The young girl looked like sleepwalking, walked slowly towards her father, and asked as she walked, "Father...why did you kill brother..."