The sixth instance of treacherous intentions and sinister schemes.
Bai Shaoliu recalled something. He remembered who the mysterious man was that fought with Qingchen at the foot of the mountain, and he also remembered who the person was that sang from outside the mountain; he had seen both of them when he was young. If someone seems familiar but you cannot recall them, the best reminder is to see another acquaintance, especially if you have seen both of them at the same time. Bai recognized both of these individuals, and the reason he recognized them was because of the donkey his family had when he was a child, a donkey that was once named Bai Mao. The death of Bai Mao was related to these two individuals.
In the calm valley, a sudden whirlwind arose inexplicably, accompanied by sharp sounds of air being sliced. The ambushed individuals around could only see streaks of azure light and purple lightning intertwining and swirling. The others at the construction site, including Sun Wanlin and the undercover agents disguised as workers, disregarded any prior arrangements and fled desperately into the surrounding mountains and forests. Soon after, dust and smoke billowed in the valley, and nearly all the buildings collapsed one after another, with the purple lightning and azure light continuously swirling and traversing through the dust. It turned out that Qingchen had discovered that the others had fled and began to exert force against Major Xiao. Soon after, dust and smoke billowed in the valley, and nearly all the buildings collapsed one after another, with the purple lightning and azure light continuously swirling and traversing through the dust. It turned out that Qingchen had discovered that the others had fled and began to exert force against Major Xiao.
Major Xiao's figure moved like a gust of wind, constantly circling around Qingchen. The sword in his hand resembled a fish swimming in water, evading the sharpness of the spear while seeking openings to strike. Qingchen seemed unwilling to engage in a duel with Xiao Zhengrong, preferring instead to force him back in order to target Sun Wanlin. Conversely, Xiao Zhengrong's objective was to entangle her, avoiding direct confrontation and focusing solely on evasion. In this moment, Qingchen truly could not shake off Major Xiao.
He was wearing a light gray wide-sleeved silk shirt with traditional frog buttons, a style that has become quite rare nowadays. When Bai Shaoliu first saw him, he felt a sense of familiarity, yet could not recall where he had seen him before. The hundred-foot-long silk in the air seemed to be manipulated by that man's will, swirling around the assassin Qingchen, while Qingchen wielded his long spear, the "Tu-Shu" gun, charging left and right but could not break free from the encirclement of the hundred-foot-long silk. Unlike the earlier earth-shattering battle, this man's struggle to ensnare Qingchen with the silk was almost silent.
Xiao Bai stood far away and high up, and from a distance, a person was walking leisurely along the forest path between two mountains. The sunlight shone on this person's hair, reflecting specks of silver, and he had quite a bit of white hair. However, upon closer inspection of his face, it became clear that he was not very old, probably in his thirties, with red lips, white teeth, and a remarkably handsome appearance. He was holding half a bottle of mineral water in his hand and carrying a travel bag on his back, dressed similarly to Xiao Bai, as if he had come to the countryside for a hike. As soon as Bai Shaoliu saw this person, it was as if a window had suddenly opened in his mind, and he remembered!
The one who was kicked by the donkey was the person who was singing, while the one who waved and knocked the donkey to the ground was the mysterious expert who was fighting with Qing Chen
The negotiation regarding the five-spice donkey meat has come to an end. My grandfather immediately shouted in the front yard, "Xiao Bai, bring our donkey out for this gentleman to see." He agreed to slaughter the white donkey for five-spice donkey meat right away, and the reason was simple: two thousand yuan was enough to buy three donkeys at that time. However, when Xiao Bai brought the donkey to the front yard, an accident nearly occurred. There were over twenty guests at three tables in the yard, and the white donkey, not knowing what was happening, broke free from the reins and charged towards one of the tables.
Bai Shaoliu did not witness the scene at that time, and neither could the others see it clearly. At the moment the patrol officer ordered to fire, a strange exchange of glances occurred between Xiao Zhengrong and Qing Chen, who were engaged in a fierce battle in the valley. Immediately, both of them retracted their guns and swords in unison, leaping into the air to strike each other with a palm. Their palms did not meet; the howling palm wind, separated by a distance of three inches, erupted like a fierce storm, which swept their figures apart, propelling them backward at high speed.
Xiao Bai was even melancholic for a long time over that magical yet unfortunate donkey. However, in reality, the local five-spice donkey meat was indeed very delicious, and Xiao Bai enjoyed eating it, though preferably not from his own family’s donkey. Later, his grandmother and grandfather became somewhat famous for their five-spice donkey meat, managing to achieve a modest fortune in Xiao Bai's village by opening a five-spice donkey meat processing workshop. If it weren't for this, they probably wouldn't have had the money to support Xiao Bai's university education, nor the savings to bribe Yan Xiangli for a job.
The village where Xiaobai lived during his childhood was called Xiaobai Village. In front of it, two rivers converged, and behind it lay a hilly mountainous area. The scenery was quite beautiful, yet the land was barren and often suffered from floods, making it a poor place since ancient times. This situation began to change when he was around seven or eight years old, as the local government collaborated with the city to develop an ecological tourism project. During holidays, they would transport people from the city to the village by bus. These city dwellers would explore the mountains, row boats and fish in the rivers, and visit various households in the village to enjoy traditional farmhouse meals.
At this moment, a dramatic change occurred; from the other side of the valley came the distant sound of singing. Although the person was not yet visible, their voice could be heard first. The lyrics were: "The young monk descends the mountain to beg for alms, the old monk has given instructions. The woman at the foot of the mountain is a tiger; if you encounter her, be sure to avoid her..." The person's voice was very pleasant, a soft and magnetic baritone, but the singing was quite poor, with not a single line sung in tune.
Bai Shaoliu also saw clearly that in the small ravine between the two mountains stood a man. This man appeared to be in his thirties, with a tall and robust build, and his expression was very calm, showing no signs of engaging in a battle with a master. However, that hundred-zhang long silk was flying out from his right sleeve.
Today, there have been too many unexpected events, leaving Bai Shaoliu almost unable to react. Encountering experts like Colonel Xiao and the assassin Qingchen is already astonishing, especially Qingchen's incredible skills that seem to surpass the limits of human capability. However, a mysterious man suddenly appeared in the valley, seemingly possessing skills that far exceed those of Qingchen, reaching an unimaginable level. Qingchen wielded a long red tassel spear, his figure spinning rapidly, as the purple-gold spear flowers scattered around like snowflakes, yet he was unable to repel the seemingly weak and insubstantial long threads. This fierce battle felt like a cat toying with a mouse, yet not in a hurry to catch it.
Bai Shaoliu has finally realized that in this world, there are not only those who can see bullets with their eyes, but also those who can truly deflect bullets with their weapons. However, Qingchen did not deflect all the bullets; a 12.7mm caliber anti-materiel bullet grazed her waist, tearing through her black clothing and leaving a blood mark on her fair skin. Then, Qingchen broke through the encirclement, leaping over the heads of the armed personnel. Yet, she did not deflect all the bullets; a 12.7mm caliber anti-materiel bullet grazed her waist, tearing through her black clothing and leaving a blood mark on her fair skin. Then, Qingchen broke through the encirclement, leaping over the heads of the armed personnel. When she broke through the encirclement, she was so close to the sniper lying in ambush below, the very one who had just shot and injured him. She could have taken his life with a thrust of her long gun, yet she chose not to kill.
In the autumn of the year when Xiaobai was seven, a group of people came to the village to visit, and they arranged to have a meal in his front yard. While they were enjoying the meal, someone suddenly asked his grandfather, "Old Bai, isn't the local specialty five-spice donkey meat? Why isn't it on the table?" His grandfather replied, "I apologize, but no one in the village has slaughtered a donkey these past few days." The wealthy-looking man then asked, "Does your family have a donkey?" Xiaobai's grandfather answered, "We have a working donkey for grinding corn." The man said, "Slaughter it and make five-spice donkey meat." His grandfather replied, "I'm afraid it won't be ready in time." The man insisted, "We'll eat it tomorrow; how about two thousand yuan?"
Qing Chen narrowly avoided crashing into the mesh, her reflexes incredibly quick as she leaped into the air, the tip of her spear glinting sharply as it swept towards the oncoming silk thread. A few zhang away, two pine trees, each as thick as a bowl, bent in the wind. The force of that sweeping strike was immensely powerful; however, the impossibly thin silk thread proved to be more resilient than one could imagine, actually deflecting her spear and even causing Qing Chen's body to spin in a large circle.
Major Xiao found that he was unable to withstand the ferocity of this assassin, as each delicate burst of gunfire came with immense force, leaving him with no choice but to retreat in circles to evade. They fought fiercely in the valley, while outside the valley, the officer who had previously spoken with Major Xiao displayed a strange expression. He took out his walkie-talkie and issued an order: "All units, pay attention. There is no need to aim at the target; concentrate fire towards the center of the valley! ... ... Fire!"
The two individuals raced out of the valley, bullets whistling past them, yet their current position was no longer the most heavily targeted area. Bai Shaoliu did not see the whereabouts of Xiao Zhengrong. When he got up from the ground and looked clearly again, he happened to see the assassin Qingchen shooting directly towards him.
Qing Chen broke through the encirclement of the patrol office, and no one pursued him; in fact, even if they wanted to chase, they could not catch up. Bai Shaoliu watched as Qing Chen climbed over the small mountain, crossed the low valley between the two mountains, and headed directly in his direction. At that moment, an unexpected event occurred: a nearly invisible, extremely fine thread, over a hundred zhang long, suddenly appeared in the air, swirling as it wrapped around Qing Chen's figure.
Among the guests at the table, one person stood up and blocked the way of a young girl and the donkey beside her, as the donkey's front hooves, with its white mane flying, struck against his chest. The tourist who was kicked by the donkey was unharmed, for another person nearby gently waved his hand and sent the several hundred-pound donkey tumbling to the ground. Despite being able to communicate with the young girl through mental connection, the donkey remained just a donkey; although it sensed its fate and had once thought of struggling, it could not escape the destiny of becoming spiced donkey meat.
Her speed was extremely fast, almost as if she were flying, yet in Bai Shaoliu's eyes, it was not flying. He felt that Qingchen's movements resembled the way he used to skim stones across the river when he was a child; a stone thrown out could skip across the water for quite a distance. Now, with just a slight touch of her toes to the ground, Qingchen could glide forward for over ten meters, moving so quickly that an ordinary person could barely catch a glimpse of her shadow. As she charged into the forest, a barrage of bullets came flying towards her, yet they all struck the long gun in her hand and were deflected. Now, with just a slight touch of her toes to the ground, Qingchen could glide forward for over ten meters, moving so quickly that an ordinary person could barely catch a glimpse of her shadow. As she charged into the forest, a barrage of bullets came flying towards her, yet they all struck the long gun in her hand and were deflected.
Bai Shaoliu could not help but feel a twinge of concern. He could see that the assassin Qingchen was in a very unfavorable situation. For some reason, despite not knowing him, Bai's inner feelings leaned more towards Qingchen rather than towards the Constabulary or the skilled individuals cooperating with the Constabulary. Where in the world do so many extraordinary people come from? What is the background of this mysterious man? Why does he feel familiar upon seeing him? Bai Shaoliu racked his brain but could not make sense of it! Where in the world do so many extraordinary people come from? What is the background of this mysterious man? Why does he feel familiar upon seeing him? Bai Shaoliu racked his brain but could not make sense of it!
The command from the inspector was exceedingly ruthless. Taking advantage of the assassin Qingchen being within the range of fire, he intended to kill her on the spot, even willing to sacrifice Major Xiao in the process. At that moment, gunfire erupted from all directions in the valley, and the concentrated firepower, combined with the echoes, produced a tremendous shockwave that even caused Bai Shaoliu, who was far away, to fall to the ground. This moment prevented him from witnessing the events occurring in the valley. When he looked up again, the valley floor was already filled with flying bullets, yet the figures of Xiao Zhengrong and Qingchen had vanished—these two had actually escaped!