Chapter 7

Hua Chuxue watched her figure disappear into the darkness. "Uncle, your daughter is dressed in new clothes, yet you are in old clothes?"

"Are you an accomplice?" asked the man beneath the mask

Hmm? Take it out, and you will suffer less.

"Delicious! Uncle, are you a chef?"

"Are you Chen Qilang?" Someone recognized him. "In those years, there were rumors that you had humiliated the demon god Lan Qing, no wonder..."

On the night of the tenth, the brilliance of the stars and moon was obscured by layers of dark clouds, leaving only the torches held by the disciples in black robes

Hua Chuxue suddenly shouted

He witnessed with his own eyes the white silk falling into her embrace, taking items from a corpse is far too easy

He approached her slowly with his hands behind his back and said

Then, he heard the sound of her fabric being torn by the blade of the sword. The one he was supposed to deal with was another man attacking the big girl, but instead, the person who snatched the sword got in the way.

Lan Qing listened carefully to discern the position, and while fiercely flicking the candied fruit in her hand, she rushed forward and bent down to support Chang Ping's waist, just as she was about to lead her back. Meanwhile, Hua Chuxue lit the fire starter a short distance away

So clever

... ... Seventeen ... ... '' Her heart raced like a drum, not knowing why he had taken an interest in her

... ... There must be a sword within Guan Daniu's body ... ... '' Suddenly, the middle-aged man beside Chang Ping spoke up, capturing the attention of the martial artists present.

The cold metal lightly touched her left cheek, penetrating into her very bones. ... Her heart skipped a beat, and by the flickering light, she caught a glimpse of a half face of a ghost on her left shoulder ... ! ... No, it was a ghost mask !

Next to the honest young woman is a handsome man in his thirties, with a complexion as fair as a steamed bun, and slightly wavy long hair, who must be a relative of the honest young woman

Fully aware that she was closely watching his mask, he paid her no mind until he discarded the bloodied knife and kicked the corpse aside, before slowly raising his gaze.

After a long while, the larger one said slowly:

This is the sword that makes wishes come true, let go!

He hasn't come back this year. Should we go back to the village together to celebrate the New Year

The young man hiding behind the tree trembled, not expecting the demon god Lan Qing to discover his presence. He stammered:

"Lan Qing, the Mandarin Duck Sword is here, it can prove it!" she shouted. "Lan Qing, I am the Big Girl! The Big Girl!"

Are there any women in Huajiazhuang

The Lan family and the Yun family share a similar approach, gathering intelligence from various places. However, the Lan family tends to collect more unsightly and concealed incidents. The people of the rivers and lakes gathered by this bonfire do not stand out in any particular way and are not regarded highly by him

Demon God Lan Qing! Do you think that by killing us, you can erase the filth on your body? Your tainted body can never be cleansed!

In an instant, the black eyes beneath the ghostly mask blazed with an intense fire, coldly staring at the old tree

"Have you found the white silk?" he asked in a soft voice

An unusual airflow suddenly emerged in the air, and someone drew a long sword! Lan Qing turned back, her initially panicked expression revealing a murderous intent, as she rushed forward to seize the mandarin duck sword box that was being taken away.

Do not ignite, there is still a glimmer of hope, but once ignited, all will perish. Hua Chuxue certainly understands this principle

Lan Qing recalled that after dawn, the carriage from the Yun family would come along the official road... Suddenly, the previously intense gaze filled with murderous intent momentarily softened

So you are just a coward. Is it Fu Yu, the eighth in the ranking of the Digital Young Masters? Just write it as it is. I have enmity with them, and seeking revenge is a matter of course; I am not afraid of your writing.

Lan Qing

When she mentioned that the demon god Lan Qing had become a madman, the honest girl took out some candied fruit from the wide pouch at her waist and stuffed it into her mouth

"... ... Demon God ... ... Lan Qing?" The people of the Jianghu finally spoke.

Changping, you truly care for me. Then... let us build together

Two individuals from the martial world gritted their teeth and said: "Do you really think you can defeat us? Or have your wishes come true, making you invincible in the world?"

Campfire in the wilderness

Ka

Fu Yu was sweating profusely and said in a low voice

Chang Ping completely ignored him, a large pancake instantly vanished into her mouth. She took out some preserved fruits from the wide pouch at her waist and stuffed them into her mouth, disregarding Jiang Wulang's outstretched hand asking for candy

Master Lan... how should I write it?

This is nothing but a joke. How could there possibly be a sword inside a human body

Then it will be on you

Is it called Changping

Fu Yu could sense a murderous aura enveloping him, and he gritted his teeth and said

With a clang, the mask fell to the ground

I did it. Jiang Wulang laughed heartily, very pleased that someone praised his culinary skills. He took out a large pancake from his bundle to share with everyone. My eldest daughter Changping is still growing and needs to eat more, but unfortunately, she does not understand the art of food and eats as if she is dealing with an enemy. Despite the words, the tone remains very indulgent.

A pair of beautiful eyes slowly scanned the people of the rivers and lakes by the distant bonfire

Indeed, I have heard that not a single member of the Lan family has survived for more than six months

The Lan Terrace will certainly reclaim the white silk

Wu Lang looked surprised and whispered

Chen Qilang was quick-witted and agile, escaping close behind Changping

She was momentarily taken aback

Chen Qilang seized the opportunity to sprint away, disappearing into the night

Hua Chuxue took a long time to regain her senses, murmuring:

That voice was clear and crisp, a sound she longed for in her memories, yet it seemed somewhat different. She remembered that Lan Qing's voice was warm, always bringing her a sense of reassurance

She wishes to meet an old friend, so she puts on new clothes; what a silly child she is, isn't she? However, she is not my daughter. I told you not to call me uncle. Although I am much older than you, just call me Wulang.

He walked leisurely into the dense forest with a cheerful heart, hands clasped behind his back

In Guanjiazhuang, no one has swept the graves for the past fifteen years

It is now pitch black, and no one can see anyone else. However, he had previously seen this person named Changping, who appeared honest, with a slightly broad face and wide brows. He had a 'return to simplicity' rustic appearance, not considered ugly, but simply not quite fitting for the flavor of the martial world

"... ... Lan Qing ... ... do you still recognize me?" Chang Ping said with difficulty.

I am Jiang Wulang, do not call me uncle, just call me Wulang like Changping does. She is Changping

"Oh, what is that sound? Is it the sound of drums?" By the campfire, a beautiful young girl listens intently. "Thump, thump, thump... Who is beating the drums at midnight?"

So, has someone finally come today

Another one

He smiled with delight, his steps unceasing

"Clearly you agreed, before the drumbeat ends, let us go!"

In an instant, the expression of madness changed drastically. Changping struggled to rise and felt a square box wrapped in brocade cloth on the muddy ground. This box had been placed in the bundle of Wulang, and just moments ago, it had been kicked away during her misfortune, which caused it to roll out.

I am the only one she gritted her teeth

I do not know who taught you, but it has allowed you to maintain this habit

Lan Qing was momentarily stunned, unable to think.

Hua Chuxue is a clever person, decisively discarding the fire starter

I am not a chef, but I hope that one day in the future I can truly become a master chef, leading cooks from various regions and creating a culinary world, isn't that right, Changping

Is there a bonfire in the wilderness near the city gate? Chen Qilang's escape skills are indeed top-notch; does he intend to flee to the bonfire in the wilderness? There is a bonfire in the wilderness near the city gate, allowing those who cannot enter the city to warm themselves until dawn

The footsteps beneath the orchid terrace have not ceased, trailing away.

Is this passage about the First Snow Girl recited from the History of Bloodshed in Huajia Village? The account of bloodshed written in Huajia Village is not as credible as that of Yunjia Village, as it tends to lack authenticity

Upon hearing this, Chang Ping trembled violently and was about to rush forward, but Jiang Wulang firmly held her back

That person said Lan Qing is nearby, so why hasn't she appeared yet

Chang Ping remained still, her five fingers pressing against the treasure pouch at her waist. Just now, Wu Lang's movements were so swift that it was hard to see, but Bai Juan had indeed stuffed something into her pouch

"It might be the rumors spread by the Demon God Lanqing," Hua Chuxue continued, "Now there are various opinions; some say that fifteen years ago, the Demon God Lanqing stole a pair of mandarin duck swords from the Guanjia Village, and at the same time, he also abducted the two-year-old Guan Daniu, deliberately raising her to win her favor. It was only a few years ago that he managed to extract another sword from her mouth, after which he imprisoned the former family head, Lan Fei Guan, in jail, leaving no time for wishes to be made." Jiang Wulang took out a flatbread from his bundle and handed it to Changping. He smiled and said:

"Wrap up the handbag." He finally spoke

"The white silk is not on her!" Hua Chuxue exclaimed

"Ah, as I told you, my name is Wu Lang." Jiang Wu Lang smiled. "Who in the rivers and lakes hasn't heard of the Lan family? However, hearing is one thing, and rumors are not necessarily to be taken seriously."

Hua Chuxue, upon hearing this, displayed a hint of dissatisfaction in her eyes, but she quickly regained her smile and said: "What a fragrant cake!" She gazed towards Changping.

Lan Qing, you will not have a good ending

Such a person, appearing in this place, in such a state of destitution, is clearly in flight. Jiang Wulang has placed a cloak over the already sleeping Changping.

The small one, dressed in red, looked at the sky and asked in confusion, "Master, Lan Qing has already escaped from the Lan family's dungeon, why doesn't he return home?"

With a thump, Chang Ping felt a surge of joy within, her face radiating brilliance. However, she was momentarily at a loss for words, perhaps due to the oppressive fear surrounding her.

You will not have a good end! You madman! You madman seeking old grudges ... ...

"To kill someone without reason on the spot, how can one not offer assistance?" He rushed forward to help Chen Qilang

I am aware of many matters in the martial world. I know more about the connection between Lan Qing and the Yuanyang Sword than others. It is said that the Yuanyang Sword, which the Lan family will showcase next month, originated from the Guan family village. The Guan family massacre fifteen years ago also led to the disappearance of the Yuanyang Sword from the martial world, and it was only in recent years that rumors began to surface. It turns out that Lan Qing infiltrated the Guan family back then to steal the Yuanyang Sword... I have heard that one of the Yuanyang Swords is inside Guan Daniu. Interesting, isn't it?

"Lan Qing, have you finally acknowledged me?"

Is it far away? The sound of the drum is somewhat disturbing.

She attempted to swing her fist backward, making contact with his mask

His loud shout startled those who were asleep. Zhang Ping opened her eyes, immediately regaining her senses and attempting to rise, but Jiang Wulang gathered his strength, allowing her to lean against his shoulder while simultaneously covering most of her features.

The white silk was forcefully stuffed in by Wu Lang, without being placed in the compartment. She avoided the white silk and took out an object from the compartment.

No one has swept the graves in Guanjiazhuang for the past 15 years

... ... Lan Qing ... ... Do you really not recognize me?" she squeezed out the words

No one has ever seen Guan Daniu, she is completely fictional. Old uncle, have you lost your mind?" Hua Chuxue rubbed her beautiful eyes, somewhat annoyed that he disturbed her sleep

Lan Qing saw her hands torn and bleeding, and quickly sealed her acupoints, forcefully spreading her fingers one by one

She is dressed in a green willow dress, with black hair braided; where do the red garments come from, and where does the flowing long hair come from

Hmph, that demon god Lan Qing is merely a man who has once been humiliated and pressed to the ground by others

Where is Lanqing

Changping, wait for my return

This time, who will come? Who will come? If that child truly arrives, and Bai Juan flows out, I fear she will never have good days from then on.

Where is Lanqing?" Changping exclaimed.

She was a young girl with a stubborn expression, who did not cry out in pain

I will give it to you. And the book. She touched the back of his other hand, the uneven texture on the back of his hand startled her. Lan Qing, Lan Qing, how much suffering have you endured?

He Chen Qilang ran to the other end, and Lan Chi went to chase after him

The fourth and fifth... one after another, the disciples of the Lan family had already ceased their actions, waiting for the family head to deal with these fleeing individuals from the martial world one by one

A streak of blood red rose from her side

She approached the couple and sat down on the man's other side. "My name is Hua Chuxue, and what is the uncle's name?"

The clean willow color, bright amidst the ordinary, was something he had once liked. He instinctively took ten steps to the left, then stopped, from where he could faintly see the girl's face illuminated by the firelight.

Jiang Wulang laughed and said: "One can tell at a glance that someone is playing a prank on Guan Daniu. Where would a sword come from in a person's body?"

She thought he was going to leave, feeling both angry and anxious; if she missed this opportunity, there would be no chance of seeing him again

A head fell to the ground, kicked away by Lan Qing, shattering like a watermelon against the old tree.

"Seventeen?" He chuckled and turned to the honest girl lying on the ground

The blue mist quietly swirled around her, the wind causing her garments to flutter, resembling a fiery red robe within the mist; however, that fiery red robe did not belong to her

These people do not have white silk on them

On the left, one is sleeping; on the right, one is leaning. Is this what they call unexpected fortune? It would be one thing if Chang Ping had fallen asleep on his shoulder, but what about the one on the left? Having just met tonight, Hua Chuxue has already collapsed onto him. He truly does not know whether to say that this girl is overly bold. Jiang Wulang touches his nose. He accepts it; he will just consider himself a fine pillow tonight, allowing these two young ladies to sleep well.

A profound smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Who is it that named her? Is there a requirement for long-term peace? That also depends on whether Heidao Chen Qilang will create an opportunity for death for these innocent people of the jianghu tonight

The first corpse lay at the entrance of the forest, with a disciple in black standing respectfully nearby. The man with the ghostly mask lowered his gaze, contemptuously kicked the corpse, and remarked with interest, "Wasn't it said that one could escape? Why aren't they leaving?" With a glance, he noticed fresh blood not far away. He strolled over casually and saw that the second corpse had just breathed its last.

Suddenly, many stars appeared in the sky, but in the blink of an eye, those stars faded away.

In the dark night, joyful laughter can be heard

Jiang Wulang gently wrapped his arm around Changping's shoulder, encouraging her to sleep a little longer. She was still young, wholeheartedly devoted to martial arts, and it was better for her not to know certain ugly truths forever

dense forest

The man kept retreating, while the ghost-faced man kept advancing, a beautiful smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "Very well, if you are not going to run for your life, then surrender your life to me!"

Whoever can protect me, I will tell them where Big Girl is now! She is in a place you could never imagine!

Jiang Wulang was extremely afraid of her iron head and quickly begged for mercy. "Alright, alright, I was wrong, I was wrong, it is an old friend, it is an old friend."

The beautiful gaze swept over Changping, stopping on that disheveled middle-aged man.

Then I will sleep first. With that, she leaned on his shoulder and closed her eyes to sleep

The sound of drums echoed, shaking open the gates of hell. About twenty men fled in panic, each one disappearing into the dense forest where one could not see their own hand.

How to look? The curiosity of those present cannot be concealed

When he came to his senses, he slowly opened his palm. ... Just now, this honest girl had stuffed something into his hand ... . ... His heart trembled slightly as he leaned closer to his nose and sniffed; it turned out to be preserved candied fruit.

She thought to herself that she was just a quiet little girl. She said, "Uncle, have you heard of the Lan family?"

The girl rested her head on the shoulder of the man with the surname Jiang; he could not see her entire face clearly, but he knew that the girl was not beautiful

What just happened? Is the Northern Lan family planning to become enemies with the martial world? They are actually so indulgent in killing... The tone even seems a bit excited

"The bonfire is still burning, you cannot ... ..." Before Chen Qilang could finish his sentence, the young man swiftly stepped forward, kicked over the firewood, and with a swift motion of his large knife, aimed directly for Chen Qilang's neck.

There are more men than women. They should be of the same generation as fathers and daughters, or uncles and nephews. The people from the martial world he does not remember are mostly those of little significance, and he would not pay them any mind. Just as he was about to shift his gaze, he suddenly felt that the willow color of the girl’s attire was quite familiar.

"Guan Daniu, give me the sword within you!"

Sanctions? The man beneath the mask smiled faintly and said: "They are all dead, who can spread the news, and how can they sanction me?"

His gaze briefly paused on a pair of men and women

I passed by this place ... ... not intending to witness all of this ... ... '' He still regrets it to this day. ! Spending the night alone here, who would have thought he would witness a massacre

The middle-aged man appeared to be down and out; after sitting by the campfire, he did not engage in conversation, as if he were contemplating something, or perhaps evading someone...

Everything happened in an instant, catching everyone off guard, leaving two men and two women stunned in place

The first scream of despair echoed through the forest

I hope that tonight will be uneventful

... ... Heishi Chen Qilang? '' Lan Qingwei paused in thought, her rosy lips slightly parted: `` I remember now. His lightness skill is quite good, and his swordsmanship is somewhat unorthodox. Lan Chi is on par with him. The white silk was actually stolen by him ... ... ''

She scanned the group of people gathered around the campfire, briefly pausing on a pair of young men and women. The girl, around seventeen or eighteen years old, had an honest appearance, with a slightly broad face, elongated mouth, and wide-set brows. Her eyes were unexpectedly bright. Dressed in a simple dress, it was clear that she was a girl who valued practicality over beauty.

The heavy head immediately detached itself, rolling to the ground, while the wild rabbits, unable to withstand the thick scent of blood, leaped out of their burrows one after another, disappearing into the darkness

Chen Qilang has already seen the doll's face on the white silk and knows that Daniu has been staying in Yunji Village all along. This person has a despicable character; how could he leave that mouth behind? Jiang Wulang dodged the knife and shouted without looking back:

Changping originally wanted to shout "I am a big girl," but her throat was tightly squeezed, and the sound of her cervical vertebrae was about to crack.

Lan Qing smiled and said

"Do you want to make a wish? Go to hell and make it!" Lan Qing forcefully pushed aside the thorn box, and the sword inside shot into the air. He did not rush to seize it, but instead precisely grasped the opponent's cervical bone. With a single forceful motion, the opponent's bone snapped and their breath ceased.

So it is that `unique' ah. How old are you this year

The Lan family has always operated independently in the martial world. Their disciples are beautiful in appearance, and while their skills are not exceptional, they excel at manipulating people. They are mostly found among officials and merchants, avoiding open conflicts with those in the martial world. Even though the Lan family leans towards the unorthodox, few have dared to gather and 'visit' them. The current head of the family is the demon god Lan Qing, and since he took over five years ago, the Lan family's status in the martial world has undergone subtle changes.

Hua Chuxue interjected: "That is something you brought upon yourself, is it not? What kind of wicked techniques are you talking about? I see it as your greed that has led you to this miserable state. If I were the demon god Lan Qing, I would have already torn you to shreds a thousand times over"

Dong, dong, dong

"She is just a yellow-haired girl! If I could kill that wretched woman, you would be next!"

"It is the Lan family flying smoke! There are Lan family members nearby!" someone shouted

Indeed. Haven't we also heard that he was imprisoned in the Lan family's dungeon for as long as a year, enduring all sorts of torment, which led to his extremely twisted personality? The first thing he did after becoming the head of the Lan family was to imprison all the members of the Lan family who had humiliated him back then in that dungeon, subjecting them to all the tortures that had been inflicted upon him.

Changping clenched his fist tightly, staring intently at that person

Upon considering this, he found himself unable to control his emotions, his heart stirred slightly, and just as he was about to rush out of the forest, he suddenly halted in his tracks.

Lan Chi, you have ultimately come... the demon god Lan Qing must be nearby..." Chen Qilang said with a trembling voice, constantly looking around. "That wretched person said we could escape before the drumbeat stops, but I know his words cannot be trusted; he will surely kill us all before the drumbeat ends... If I had known this earlier, I should not have been deceived by his demonic charm back then; if I had killed him with a single blow, how could we be in this situation today!

"It is merely a fleeting memory." Jiang Wulang whispered, "If you do not regard it as a fleeting memory, it will forever remain a knot in your heart. When will the cycle of vengeance end? Are you not the best example of this?"

The river is calm and the eyes squint slightly. There is only one place that is transcendentally neutral, a place that the people of the martial world could never imagine!

As the blood-red robe billowed in the strong wind, Lan Qing consecutively killed more than ten people. When he reached the last one, that person shouted:

sneer

The man in the red robe behind her paused in thought upon hearing her utter the words 'Lan Qing', his fingers slightly loosening, yet he still said:

A chill ran through the hearts of the crowd, and one by one, they rose and began to look around discreetly

Go and speak to the King of Hell

Hua Chuxue immediately fell silent. Although she could see nothing in the darkness, she felt as if the head of the Lan family was turning to look at her

The beautiful young girl adorned with exquisite and intricate accessories, complemented by a richly colored dress, clearly has a great love for beauty. Her name is Hua Chuxue. Since her arrival at the camp, she has blended in seamlessly with these people from the rivers and lakes. She is evidently very enthusiastic about topics related to the Lan family.

Hua Chuxue held her breath, as the demon god Lan Qing stood right in front of her. "The people of Huajiazhuang?" "Yes..." The voice was somewhat cold; she had encountered cold individuals before, but had never experienced such an overwhelming sense of suffocation.

Seeing this, Chen Qilang knew that it would be difficult to escape death today. Since that was the case, he would absolutely not allow Lan Qing to succeed in retrieving the white silk. He took the white silk from his bosom and stuffed it into Jiang Wulang's embrace, laughing cruelly as he said:

The figure in the red robe seized the disciple's long knife, aiming directly for the opponent's head amidst the intertwining rhythms of fear and joy.

In the next moment, she was violently thrown aside by a strong force, her entire body sliding out as her back scraped against the recently extinguished charred wood. She let out a muffled groan, gritting her teeth tightly as she rolled over to evade the hot air.

Hua Chuxue widened her eyes, staring at the honest and straightforward invincible Iron Head skill. What immense strength! She almost thought that the uncle's head would be directly knocked off.

"Take out the white silk." "That white silk was taken away by Jiang Wulang..." Hua Chuxue reminded softly

Seventeen or eighteen years old

Chang Ping sat beside him and said angrily, "Is there no wave that does not sleep?"

He smiled slightly at the corners of his mouth. "A girl of sixteen or seventeen, still not fully developed, how would I know her?"

Upon hearing this, someone quickly shouted an excuse

Who says it is fictional? If it were fictional, how could the demon god Lan Qing have her portrait? Who can protect me? I will give the portrait of Guan Da Niu to him! With the portrait of Guan Da Niu, there is a chance to obtain the Mandarin Duck Sword

The harsh winter of November was extremely cold, and several individuals from the martial world gathered around the campsite, waiting for dawn. Upon hearing the girl speak, they all raised their heads to listen intently

Jiang Wulang smiled faintly and reminded, "Do not eat too much, as it may cause stomach pain"

Chang Ping felt her neck being gripped by cold fingers, making a cracking sound... Lan Qing...? Is this Lan Qing?

In the martial world, there are unwritten rules; the campfire must not be extinguished, and even enemies should not draw their swords against each other. What a cunning fellow Chen Qilang is, attempting to pull such a trick, waiting until dawn to blend into the city

Hua Chuxue took a bite and praised it

On the white silk, is the appearance of the young girl from his childhood. He gazed down for a long time, then slowly looked at the little girl in front of him who was staring at him intently. Does she resemble her? Why can he not see it at all? Why does he feel no joy whatsoever?

Hua Chuxue felt somewhat pleased and said

A man dressed in a red robe stood by the firelight. He wore a half-mask and his long, glossy black hair flowed down to his waist. When the first gong sounded, his exposed crimson lips curled upward.

Lan Chi swung his knife, piercing the heart of the incoming person.

The former head of the family, Lan Fei, was born with an unattractive appearance and wore a terrifying ghost mask throughout the year after becoming the head. Surprisingly, after the demon god Lan Qing took that position, she continued this habit. This indicates that Lan Qing must have a secret about her appearance that is not meant to be seen

The Lan family has always maintained a good relationship with the officialdom, making it all too easy to commit murder without consequence. ... Those who died without leaving a complete corpse have all been tainted by the demon god Lan Qing ... ! ... Don't kill him, don't kill him! ... The Yun family stands neutral, the Yun family stands neutral ... ...

After the demon god Lan Qing escaped from the dungeon, Guan Daniu once wrote to you. Did you not receive that stack of lengthy letters?

No, I am not in cahoots with Chen Qilang..." The man gritted his teeth and said, "You are violating the rules of the martial world and will face public punishment!

The one called Changping glanced at Hua Chuxue and nodded slightly

As the great sword approached, Jiang Wulang displayed extraordinary skills, swiftly creating distance at Changping to receive this strike.

Finally, is a baby coming?

The disruptive drumbeats in the forest suddenly ceased, plunging the woods into an immediate silence.

Jiang Wulang remained unperturbed, smiling as he said

He swiftly darted in the direction of Chen Qilang.

What happens next

"I can no longer walk..." Chen Qilang's face turned pale and black, his whole body trembled

Lan Qing

Fu Yu stared blankly in the direction he had disappeared, his heart trembling as he glanced at the disciples of the Lan family. The disciples of the Lan family were clearly startled by the actions of the family head, exchanging glances with one another, unsure of what to do next

Chang Ping picked up her bundle and left her seat to go to the creek side

As soon as the clock struck midnight on New Year's Eve, the sound of firecrackers echoed outside, accompanied by distant, indistinct sounds of laughter and revelry

Then, the same bird calls were repeated several times, all fading into the same dullness

Jiang Wulang secretly thought it was not good and pulled Changping over. "Changping, go..."

A young man wielding a knife emerged from the darkness. This young man had delicate features, though he appeared somewhat pale, as if he had not seen sunlight for a long time. He stopped advancing when he was ten paces away from the campfire

"No wind stirs without waves. In recent years, many of the good people of the martial world who were close to the demon god Lan Qingyan have died one after another under mysterious circumstances. Although there is no concrete evidence, everyone in the martial world has a clear idea of who is behind it"

Upon hearing this, Lan Qing's thoughts came to a complete halt, and cold beads of sweat instantly burst forth from his pores.

Who

The disciple bowed his head and said softly

With a slow and deliberate motion, he took out a bag of sunflower seeds from his sleeve, seemingly munching on them as if in a trance. The fireworks in the night sky extinguished and reignited, and after an unknown number of rounds, he finally spoke the truth:

His gaze lowered slightly, landing on the treasure pouch at her waist. The opening of the pouch revealed a corner of white silk. He pulled it out and, indeed, it was the white silk painting he had been looking to retrieve

Sudden madness

I am as healthy as an ox, not cold. You can cover it without waves

"So what if I received it?" he asked gently

I don't really want to sleep; you better not come at me with a hard head, or I'll be dizzy and you'll have to take care of me

"Is that portrait from the Lan family?" someone asked with bright eyes

A large and a small one sit on the long bench in front of the old house, gazing at the colorful fireworks in the night sky

At the moment of confrontation, if someone were to see her portrait again, it would bring disaster upon her... This white silk... ? ... Was it painted by Lan Qing? Does Lan Qing also think of her?

Someone stood up and tentatively asked, "May I ask who you are looking for, brother?"

It seems that there is...

As Jiang Wulang noticed the campfire's flames dwindling, he added a few pieces of firewood. His mind was elsewhere, and his gaze inadvertently fell upon a middle-aged man at the other end of Changping.

Knowing that she would not see his face, Lan Qing still stumbled back a few steps in a fluster, disregarding everything as she quickly retrieved his mask

He casually discarded the long knife and took a clean cloth to wipe the bloodstains from half of his face

That is to say, the suffering that Lan Qing endured in the dungeon back then exceeded what an ordinary person could bear, so it is not surprising that he became a madman, is it?" Hua Chuxue said with a smile

As for the appearance of Guan Daniu, he is now aware of it! Demon God Lan Qing, I am curious to see just how many people you can kill?" Lan Chi swung his bloodied long knife towards Jiang Wulang

Suddenly, she noticed that the two men from the martial world were staring at her with faces as pale as wax paper. She initially thought they had recognized her as Guan Daniu, and then she heard Hua Chuxue gasp.

Hua Chuxue touched the ends of her hair and disdainfully said, "A barking dog cannot bite a person." Indeed, it was a case of a tiger falling to the plains being bullied by dogs. Chen Qilang had lived for over forty years, and today he had actually fallen to the point of being ridiculed by a little girl. If it were not for the sake of preserving his life... His gaze fell on the Changping surface, and he exclaimed softly... It looked very familiar...

The cool night breeze clearly rushed towards her, yet she felt a chill creeping down her spine, as if leaning against ice and snow

What do you want to say? I... Although I am from Yunjiacun, I am not the person specifically sent by Yunjiacun to deliver the Mandarin Duck Sword. Lady Lan... Do you remember Guan Daniu?

Lan Qing threw back her head and laughed heartily, her silky black hair billowing in the night. Although the mask she wore resembled a malevolent spirit, her entire being exuded an innate charm that made it difficult to look away. She said joyfully:

Jiang Wulang smiled and said

The garment on Chang Ping's chest had been cut open more than halfway, revealing glimpses of the belly beneath. She gripped the blade tightly with both hands, resolutely blocking the lethal force.

"I was just kidding you." With her red lips raised, she softly asked, "Can you trust what I say?" The blade glinted sharply, and blood splattered everywhere

Speaking of disturbances, isn't the Lan family from the north going to showcase the Mandarin Duck Sword next month? In the long, quiet night, with many people and much chatter, someone couldn't help but bring up a topic that stirred the martial world for a time

"Master Lan, you must take another step forward, and I will immediately light the fire stick! At that time, your appearance will be laid bare!"

"Is there not?" Lan Qing pondered for a moment, then counted the heads. "Is there still one more?"

Fu Yu gritted his teeth and said

Finally ... ... can I see her for the last time

Dong, dong, dong

At the age of seventeen, the circumstances are vastly different; some are born to be cherished and enjoy a smooth journey, unlike herself... Hua Chuxue once again saw Jiang Wulang take out a cloak from his bundle.

Hmm. She popped another one into her mouth

Six months ago, the head of the Lan family sent a letter to the Yun family requesting the return of the Yuanyang Sword. On the tenth day of the first month, they agreed to meet in the city at the Guan family village. As long as Chunxiang delivers the Yuanyang Sword to you, the Lan family will have no further ties with the Yun family and Guan Daniu. Tonight, at the meeting, someone will deliver the sword to the head of the family at the Guan family village

The wind howled, and the delicate branches brushed against the azure robe; he did not mind. When he caught up with a fleeing man, a smirk appeared at the corner of his bright red lips as he gently said

The two men from the martial world remained inactive, fully aware that even if they were opponents of Lan Chi, who could truly guarantee the existence of the Mandarin Duck Sword in this world? Why should they involve themselves in this murky affair?

I need the Mandarin Duck Sword, and Fu Linchun sent it out to protect his disciple, which is a perfect match, mutually beneficial, isn't it great? Fu Linchun is a clever person

An unusual bird call arose from afar, and Chen Qilang momentarily shifted his focus, turning to look in the direction of the sound along with the others.

Alright, if you want it, I will give it to you! Changping fumbled with the treasure bag

"She must be hiding a sword within her body, otherwise how could the demon god Lan Qing value her so highly!" The silent black blade Chen Qilang suddenly stood up, looked around, and asked: "Who wants to see Miss Guan?"

Suddenly, his expression changed as he recalled the consequences of Bai Juan's departure. He acted swiftly, disappearing into the darkness in the blink of an eye

Chang Ping ignored him and said: "I am going to the creek to clean my teeth and wash my face"

How will Yunjiacun record the events of tonight

His beautiful eyes shifted towards the old tree in the distance

It is windy at night, you should cover yourself and rest for a while

Guan Daniu is doing well, she can speak now, and she is no longer as silly and dazed as before

He turned to her, gritting his teeth and said

What is this? The item stuffed into his hand is not white silk. Is this a trick? The beautiful eyes behind the mask narrowed, wishing to put her to death

That thief was ruthless and merciless; if I had not stolen this white silk and paint, I would truly have lost my life

"Whether he is an old friend or an enemy is still unclear." As soon as he finished speaking, the back of his head was suddenly struck with a powerful and tremendous blow

The Snow Maiden is quite familiar with the affairs of the Jianghu, Jiang Wulang said with a smile

"Old friend? She is only seventeen years old, just like me, and already has an old friend?" Jiang Wulang still smiled gently, his smile extremely warm, but the tone that followed seemed somewhat heartless

Before he could utter a single word, his head tilted to one side. A strange sense of urgency coursed through his body. With a glance from his beautiful eyes, he shifted his gaze towards the depths of the forest where the wandering people of the rivers and lakes were fleeing.

When the city gate opens during the day, the Yun family carriage enters the city from the official road, passing through the fields

Fu Yu hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and sent a hint to Dai Guan Da Niu, saying

"Have you really never known a seventeen-year-old girl in your entire life? Have you not even recognized someone you have known since childhood?" She was angry

With a crack, the cervical bone broke under Lan Qing's grip, and he carelessly discarded the corpse, surveying his surroundings. The demonic atmosphere and the sound of drums stimulated his senses as he swiftly navigated through the forest

A disciple rushed into the dense forest with a torch and, upon seeing the mangled corpses left from the massacre, made a great effort to maintain a composed expression, saying: "Master, the Lan family has released the Lan family smoke, right near the city gate"

The sound of drums thumping in the woods disrupts the hearts of those nearby. Shadows of people intertwine within the forest, and the air is filled with a sense of panic and fear, startling the birds and beasts, causing them to take flight. Suddenly, someone lunges forward, and a man with a ghostly face swiftly turns around, gripping the intruder by the neck.

Then, the flames were extinguished.

First, hand over the white silk. Your elder is quite adept, able to place it on you right under the eyes of the crowd, which is indeed a mark of a top-tier expert

"White silk? Little girl."

Lan Qing felt a great chill in her heart. If he were to act any slower, she would surely be cut in two by the sharp blade.

The young man smiled faintly and pointed at Chen Qilang

The candied fruit penetrated deeply into the man's brow, yet he still clutched his large knife tightly, clearly determined to catch a glimpse of the wish sword within the body of the big girl, even unto death

Chang Ping was earnestly gnawing on a large pancake for dinner, his manner of gulping it down was astonishing to behold

"Go ahead and click it," he urged

This Lan Chi is a mute!" Hua Chuxue whispered. "Since the demon god Lan Qing took the position of the head of the Lan family, he has personally cut out the tongues of all his eight trusted aides; this rumor is indeed true.

Someone heard what Jiang Wulang said and responded: "Isn't it true that only someone who hates Guanniu deeply would do such a thing to her? Speaking of which, this rumor has been circulating for three or four years, hasn't it?"

Jiang Wulang nodded with a smile and casually said

It sounds like an old man taking a child through the rivers and lakes, and Hua Chuxue looks down a bit on that honest girl

You wield the Mandarin Duck Sword, is it merely to kill us? Back in the day, you infiltrated the Guan family estate, presumably seducing Guan Changyuan, which led to the annihilation of the Guan family estate in a single night...

Girl, Lan Qing will not be coming back. No one will stop him, but he will not return here. It is of no use for you to wait any longer.