The horse had already gotten up, and the carriage had already stopped on the mountain path, but the two of them had already disappeared into the dense forest ahead. Chen Feng and Red from the Central Plains.
The coachman's expression turned even paler. He looked at Red Sparkle and Chen Feng as they walked into the forest in front of him. He hesitated for a moment before preparing to follow them. However, he had only taken two steps when he stopped. A figure had already appeared in front of him.
The coachman was a nobody. He was not famous in the past or now, but his kung fu was not bad. He had even killed two first-class masters, and his eyesight was not bad.
Three years ago, when he became the groom of the Murong family, he knew that the eldest daughter of the Murong family was not only a socialite who was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and songs, but also a martial arts expert who was hidden deep within.
However, he realized that he had underestimated Murong Qiudi. In the past, he thought that although Murong Qiudi's martial arts were high, she was only on par with him. But now, he had to admit one thing: If Murong Qiudi wanted to take his life, he wouldn't be able to withstand twenty moves.
Murong Qiudi stood quietly in front of the coachman like a daffodil, elegant and refined. She looked at the coachman with a pair of clear eyes and said,"Everyone has an unknown past, and no one has the right to ask about it. Therefore, all these years, I know that you're not an ordinary person, but I still haven't asked you anything about the past. Do you know Little Red from the Central Plains?"
The coachman fell silent. He struggled for a moment before saying,"Yes, I know him. I've known him since three years ago. He's a killer, a very powerful and terrifying killer. I think there are very few people in the world who know this better than me.”
"Because you used to be an assassin?”Murong Qiudi said calmly.
The coachman was also very calm and expressionless."Yes."
Murong Qiudi was a very intelligent woman. She understood what the mysterious coachman meant."You've seen the sword of Red Spot in the Central Plains?”
The coachman was not surprised at all. He had been following Murong Qiudi for the past three years. He knew that although Murong Qiudi was only the eldest daughter of the Murong family, she had already taken control of the entire Murong family in Jiangnan. She had also managed the Murong family in an orderly manner. It would be strange if this woman could not guess the meaning behind his words.
The coachman nodded and said," Yes, I have seen the sword of the Red Spot of the Central Plains. It is precisely because I have seen the Red Spot of the Central Plains that I became a coachman three years ago and not a killer."”
"How about the swordsmanship of Red Sparkle of the Central Plains?”Murong Qiudi looked at the coachman. She didn't ask about his identity. In her opinion, everyone had the right to turn over a new leaf. No matter who that person was in the past, as long as he wasn't someone she wanted to get rid of in the future, she wouldn't ask.
The coachman did not say anything, but he had already torn off the sleeve on his left shoulder.
His bronze arm and left hand were completely exposed to the sun.
Anyone could tell that this was a very healthy arm. Men with such arms were usually very strong.
This arm was not strong, but its muscles were well-proportioned. It was an arm suitable for holding a sword.
The Murong family was a martial arts aristocratic family, and Murong Qiudi was the noblest person apart from her father, Murong Qingfeng. However, at this moment, she did not care about her status at all. She stared at the man's arm, or more accurately, the man's shoulder.
His left shoulder was bronze in color, no different from the rest of his body. However, if one looked closely, one could see that there was a red spot on his left shoulder that looked like a mole. However, if one looked closely, they would realize that it was not a red mole, but a mark left behind by a weapon.
Murong Qiudi had already seen it clearly. It was a sword mark.
Murong Qiudi's expression had already started to change. He stared at the sword mark for a while and said,""Is that the sword mark left by Red Spot of the Central Plains?”
The coachman replied," Yes, he was planning to leave a sword mark on my throat that day. Fortunately, he didn't leave a mark on my throat. Otherwise, I would have died long ago."”
Murong Qiudi knew that the coachman wasn't lying. Anyone who let Red Spot of the Central Plains bleed on their throat would die.
Everyone in the Jianghu knew that Red Spot liked to kill people. When he killed people, he was completely different from other killers. He didn't want to waste any energy when he killed people. Therefore, when he killed people, he would usually stab his sword into the person's throat and other weak and fatal places. With just a light slash, he could take the person's life.
The Red Spot of the Central Plains struck out too quickly. When the sword left the man's body, the blood had already coagulated before it could even flow out, leaving only a bright red spot. This was also the origin of the Red Spot of the Central Plains.
Murong Qiudi looked at the coachman curiously and said,""The Red Spot of the Central Plains never wastes a single ounce of energy when killing people. Since he stabbed out with this sword, why didn't he kill you?”
The coachman's lips curled into a bitter smile. He said,"It's probably because there's no silver to be earned from killing me, and Little Red in the Central Plains never fails to earn silver from killing people.”
Murong Qiudi smiled. This was the truth.
Anyone who wanted to kill someone in the Central Plains would have to pay. It didn't matter who they killed, as long as they paid enough. As long as you weren't someone he wanted to kill, he wouldn't care even if you knelt down and begged him to kill you.
Murong Qiudi looked at the coachman. She had seen through his thoughts. She pointed at the forest ahead and said,"Are you going over now to stop this duel?”
The coachman nodded. He never lied to Murong Qiudi."Yes, Chen Feng is not Yan Thirteen. He is no match for the Chinese server's One Point of Red. I don't want him to die under the Chinese server's One Point of Red's sword.”
Murong Qiudi smiled again, and a playful smile appeared in her eyes." Do you think Chen Feng will die under the sword of the Chinese red-dot?”
The coachman raised his head and glanced at Murong Qiudi. He suddenly realized that Murong Qiudi seemed to trust the person called Chen Feng very much. He hesitated for a moment before saying,"Miss, do you think Chen Feng might not die?”
Murong Qiudi's smile grew wider as she said,""When Red from the Central Plains asked me who Yan Thirteen was, I was about to tell Red from the Central Plains that Yan Thirteen was not around, but Chen Feng stopped me.”
"Do you still remember what Chen Feng said when he was about to fight with Little Red in the Chinese server?”
The coachman frowned. He frowned not because he didn't know, but because he remembered it very clearly.
A quarter of an hour ago, Red Sparrow was already prepared to make his move, but Chen Feng spoke.
"Are you going to take my head off now?" Chen Feng asked.”
"Aren't you going to take my head off now?”Red Sparkle looked at Chen Feng coldly.
Chen Feng smiled calmly. He pointed at the coachman and Murong Qiudi and said,"If you attack me now, you might not be dealing with me alone. I, Yan Shisan, never need help when I kill people, so if you want to die, come with me.”
Chen Feng did not say anything as he walked towards the forest.
Red from the Central Plains did not say anything. He only took a deep look at Chen Feng's back before walking into the forest.
Murong Qiudi looked at the maple trees that were as red as snow in the distance and said,""Feiyu, do you know that there's a sword art in Jianghu called Floating Catkin Sword Art?”
Fei Yu was also the coachman. Fei Yu was also his codename when he was a killer three years ago. As a killer, he had to know more or less about everything. He had to know more or less about the martial arts of various sects. He happened to know the Floating Bamboo Sword Art.
He stared at the maple forest in the distance and said,""The Floating Bamboo Sword Technique is a high-tier sword technique of the Huashan Sect. It is said that it is second only to the Huashan Sect's Thirteen Moves of the Clear Wind. It is extremely profound. The sword momentum is like a drizzle, sometimes disappearing, but it is endless.”
Murong Qiudi nodded in satisfaction and said,""Yes, and I remember that Chen Feng used this Floating Bamboo Sword Technique in front of me not long ago. His martial arts attainments are more powerful than we imagined. Otherwise, how could he fight with One Red from the Central Plains in the name of Yan Shisan?”
Fei Yu fell silent. He suddenly realized that he did not seem to understand Chen Feng at all. Not only was he a person, but he was also a sword.
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