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Six years later…
Her black hair fluttered in the wind, and a white shadow flew in the air. Reflected in the green mountains and clear waters, amidst the hazy misty rain, it was as if a heavenly being had descended and stood alone.
In his hand was a long sword that was flowing with crystal light. The scabbard of this sword was very simple. If one looked at it from the scabbard, it seemed to be an ordinary long sword from a very ancient era. However, when the long sword was unsheathed…no one could describe the appearance of this sword, because those who had seen this sword dance had basically disappeared from this world.
Even if this man and his sword appeared in the deep mountains and wilderness, they should be riding a white horse and reciting poems. However, at this moment, they were blocked by four or five ferocious burly men.
The group of burly men held knives, swords, sticks, and axes in their hands. The same thing was that the thick smell of blood assailed their noses, making them feel nauseous and cold.
He raised his eyebrows and smiled. The handsome and fair youth looked at the people surrounding him with a relaxed expression. Even the sword in his hand was loosely held.
He smiled and asked,"Looks like I've come to the wrong place."”
"It's good that you know!" The leader smiled.
"Can you leave one hand behind?" The young man continued to ask.
It was as if saying this was not a big deal.
The big man smiled happily and said,"No, if you want to keep it, leave the corpse."”
"Oh? Sigh! Then there's no other way!" The young man was still as relaxed as ever as he spoke indifferently.
There was a faint sadness in his words.
It was as if all of this was too sad, so sad that it was as if he was mourning someone else…
Why is this person…ignoring us?
This was what all the burly men were thinking.
The leader's pupils constricted. He was shocked!!!
He faintly felt that something was wrong, but there was no turning back.
No matter what, he was still a bandit leader. Now that he was stunned by a young man, it would be a loss of face if word got out!
The burly man gritted his teeth and stopped thinking. He shouted in a low voice,"Kill them!"
The murderous aura instantly frightened the birds into wailing and scattering. The mountain wind seemed to have become piercingly cold, dispersing the thick fog gathered by the water smoke.
If one were to look down from the mountain, it would look like an insect-eating flower that had gathered its petals.
However, that youth was not a fly.
He was not the prey, but the hunter.
The wind blew, and the dazzling light fell.
Meteors streaked across the sky, bringing with them beautiful colors, but they could devour life.
Saber, sword, staff, axe, anyone who blocked it would be destroyed.
The burly men were completely stunned.
Perhaps in their hearts, they had never thought that such a youth would appear. His sword technique was already indescribable. (Of course. Bandits usually have poor language skills. If you don't believe me, you can look up a lot of information. You'll find that bandits usually like to say things like I'm the one who owns this mountain…)
The seemingly fragile longsword was still flowing with a cold and beautiful light, as if it was sneering.
This sword was completely unharmed, while their weapons had already fallen to the ground, and the dazzling cold light had already withered.
The young man smiled again.
At this moment, no one dared to ignore his smile. Yes, they did not dare to. They could feel the arrival of fear. They had killed so many people in their lives, but they did not expect to meet such a person today. No one had expected this!
The burly man stared at the smiling youth and said,"Retreat!"
It was a very clean and neat word.
As soon as he finished speaking, another voice sounded.
"Wait." the youth said calmly. "Don't you want to leave something behind?"
Without waiting for the burly men to speak, the young man continued,"When I came here, I said that I was in the wrong place. I said that you guys were in the wrong place. I said that I wanted to leave, but you guys wouldn't let me. I said that I wanted you to leave an arm, but you guys wouldn't let me. You had to leave a corpse.”As the young man spoke, he winked at the burly men, and his lips curled into a unique and charming evil smile.
At this moment, all the burly men felt despair. Yes, despair. Only now did they know that they had sealed their escape route. This kind of thing…
The leader wanted to speak, but the young man wouldn't wait for him to speak.
Yes, that's right!
The young man's figure spun and flew up. His sword shot out like lightning and tapped the wrists of each of the burly men.
Everyone felt as if their wrists had been struck by lightning.
The burly men lowered their hands, and thin threads of blood dripped onto the green grass.
His eyes were still looking at the world. He did not even look at the corpses on the ground.
"I've always been someone who doesn't offend me. If someone offends me, I'll definitely kill them!”The young man said indifferently.
He seemed to be talking to the corpse on the ground, but also seemed to be talking to himself.
This might be his explanation for the motive of the murder, right?
In fact, in this world, there was no need to explain when killing someone. Yes, there was no need to explain. This was the martial world. In the martial world, if someone killed someone, someone would be killed. If there was good, there would be evil. If there was white, there would be black. All of this was so natural.
Killing for revenge, killing for love, and so on, all of these were very natural. Everyone did not need to think of too many reasons to kill a person.
Thinking of this, the young man was a little suspicious. Could it be that he had changed?
Had he become a cold-blooded executioner?
He could kill people while laughing and laughing?
This person was Shi Zhongyu. After six years, he had already achieved a small success in swordsmanship. He roamed the martial world all year round. Dou Dou, Shi Yi, and the others around him had been assigned tasks by him. Over the years, they had roamed the martial world and killed many evil people.
However, these were not the original intentions of our Young Master Shi. Take the bandits that he had just killed as an example!
Our Young Master Shi was planning to create his own bandit group in the future. Therefore, he was actually robbed on his way here today. As the saying goes, people in the same trade are enemies. Naturally, he had to clean it up.
However, after he had finished killing people, he thought carefully about everything he had done over the years. Had he really become cold-blooded?
The answer was yes. He was already very cold-blooded now, but this was what the martial world needed and had to be like. He had to be cold-blooded and ruthless when dealing with his enemies, but when dealing with his friends, brothers, relatives, and lovers, he had to be caring and loving.
This was also one of Shi Zhongyu's principles.
He was determined to be a rapist. Of course, he only wanted to pick the beautiful girls in " Journey of Chivalry ". Now that six years had passed, he believed that Dingding Dangdang, Sword Attendant, and Ah Xiu had grown up. This also meant that Jianghu would welcome a rapist. Oh, no, it should be a rapist, a romantic, unrestrained, and powerful rapist.
"Hey, b * tch, are you ready? This martial world will require you and this Young Master to explore together!”Shi Zhongyu said to the broken oil lamp on his waist.
"I know! Brat, is it amazing that you've made some small achievements in your sword technique recently? You know, your current internal strength is not enough. If you encounter an expert, you will be finished. Remember to practice well.”The sound of wind blowing could be heard from the broken oil lamp.
In these few years, Feng Qing Yang had already become Shi Zhongyu's absolute companion, both as a teacher and as a friend.
As for the summoning of Feng Qing Yang, it had changed from once a day to six hours a day. This was the result of Shi Zhongyu's hard work in the past six years.
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