Chapter 11 Destroy the Blood Knife Sect
Qin Lang has never done night vigil before. He always follows the natural standards in the sky, working at sunrise and resting at sunset.
Occasionally I woke up in the middle of the night, either because I was peeing, or I was woken up by the sneaky senior sister next to me in some strange way.
Therefore, Qin Lang's first day of vigil after rescuing Su Yinping and the two was actually the first vigil in his life.
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When the sky turned white and the first rooster in the city crowed in the distance, Qin Lang found some thatch to build himself on because he was not used to it, and leaned against the end of the bed to take a nap.
This sleep lasts for an hour.
When Qin Lang woke up, the morning fog had just cleared.
There is a thin blanket on my body that I don’t know who put it on me.
There was a slight commotion in the room. Qin Lang leaned against the corner and stretched. He looked up and saw a girl in black adding firewood and boiling water in front of the small earthen stove at the other end of the room. .
On the bed, a beautiful woman was sitting cross-legged on the bed, with her black hair tied up in a bun and her jade hands pinched. Because the color of her face was obviously much better than yesterday, her whole person looked more delicate and graceful.
"You still insist on practicing even though you are injured?"
Qin Lang's voice was sleepy, which was considered a greeting.
The woman on the bed opened her eyes and saw the faint smile on Qin Lang's face. A subconscious association of "He is so good-looking" flashed through her mind, and then she realized that her identity should not be so "casual". , cleared his throat and said softly:
"I just woke up, so I simply ran out of my mind... Qin Lang, thank you for your hard work."
"Hey, it's okay."
Don't mention it, Qin Lang also inexplicably felt like hearing this little woman call his name in a gentle tone, and there was always an indescribable sense of... happiness.
"How are you doing?"
"It's not bad, I was a little hot last night, and now there are some places on my body...a little sore, a little itchy..."
" Huh? Where? ”
"That's it..."
Su Yinping glanced sideways at a girl who was silently boiling water in the room. After lowering her voice, her pretty face heated up slightly:
"It was you yesterday. ...The acupuncture points you touched...occasionally feel itchy or something..."
"Have you rubbed it before?"
"No at first, but I couldn't hold it back, so I rubbed it..."
"What's the result?"
"The more I rub it, the more itchy it becomes. It won't feel better until dawn, and I practice it for a while..."
"This is a normal phenomenon, and it happens all the time during the recovery period, but it's easy to get rid of it. There's something wrong with rubbing the wound... So next time, don't rub it yourself. If you feel itchy, come to me and I'll rub it for you again."
"..."
"Uh... don't worry, no. Just click on the previous ones, and click on other places to promote body recovery.”
...
Having said that, the truth is that the speaker is unintentional and the listener is intentional.
While the two were chatting on one side, someone sitting in front of the earthen stove on the other side always felt that something was wrong with the words of the madam and the young hero.
I don’t know what’s wrong, but there’s something… I don’t really want to hear.
As it happens, Gu Jin actually has something she really wants to hear.
This is why she quietly pricked up her ears after Qin Lang woke up.
......
"By the way, there is something."
Qin Lang spoke again. Gu Jin, who was sitting in front of the stove, plucked a piece of firewood over and over again. , his mind is obviously not on burning water.
Qin Lang looked at himself and saw that someone had covered him with a thin quilt while he was sleeping. He felt warm in his heart and looked at Su who was putting on shoes and socks with a smile. Silver bottle:
"Thank you."
I have to say that Qin Lang is really the kind of person who is more approachable when he smiles. Su Yinping's cheeks turned red and her almond-shaped eyes blinked twice randomly:< br>
"What are you thanking me for..."
"Nothing, just think of it as thanks for the fate of meeting you."
Forget it if you don't admit it.
Qin Lang could understand Su Yinpinggui's reserve as the princess, even though he was just covering her up with a quilt secretly.
Bang!
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However, for some reason, a girl who was boiling water in front of the stove suddenly threw away the tongs, stood up with a sullen face, and walked out of the house. .
“Miss Sumire, where are you going?”
"..."
Girl Jin stopped and turned to look at Qin Lang coldly. She didn't want to talk to him at all and continued walking outside the house.
Pop!
By the way, he slammed the door with some force.
“……”
Qin Lang looked at Su Yinping in confusion. Su Yinping, who was also confused, could only apologize:
"Jin'er has never been very friendly to strangers, don't worry...but don't Seeing as she doesn't talk much, she should be as sensitive as an ordinary little girl, and there may always be times when she needs to vent her emotions suddenly. "
"Yeah"
Nodding slowly:
"I chatted with her for a while last night, and I can really feel something..."
Su Yinping was surprised when he heard this:
"Did you chat with her last night?"
"Yes."
"Did she talk a lot?"
“Not many, just a dozen or so sentences, and they are still hesitating like abacus beads, one or two words popping out.”
"..."
Little did Qin Lang know that Su Yinping was actually quite surprised by this.
After all, when he was in the capital, Su Yinping might not be able to hear Gu Jin say more than a dozen words in a month.
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“Nvxia, you can actually consider staying in an inn, it’s much more comfortable than here.”
"No, there are too many people in the city and I think it's pretty good here."
...
It's just a way of saying that there are too many people and it's actually what Su Yinping just experienced. After a disaster, a quiet place with few people like Qin Lang's place made her feel more at ease.
......
"Okay, then I'll go to the city to buy some rice and vegetables. You and Miss Sumire can walk around. In the next few days, you can also go to the city and take a stroll. , listen to books or something... Oh no.”
Qin Lang thought for a while:
"Don't listen to the book."
"Why?"
Su Yinping is still interested, but my sister especially likes to listen to it. Su Yinping was somewhat influenced by reading books and essays.
“Well...the local storytellers are not serious.”
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"What you said is not very elegant."
"???"
"In any case, it is better not to listen, there is nothing good to hear." The princess on the bed tilted her head blankly, and Qin Lang suddenly wanted to stuff a candied haws or something into her mouth, which would make her look even more adorable.
Squeak——
Pushing the door open, Qin Lang looked around and saw a girl leading two horses to graze under the locust tree.
As expected of a bodyguard with the attributes of an assassin, she seemed to hear the opening of the door from a distance and looked back.
Qin Lang raised his arm and waved to her, but she immediately turned her head back decisively.
“……”
Why does this guy feel...as if he's angry with himself...
Is it still because of what happened last night?
It shouldn't be...
Qin Lang realized then that a girl's heart is just like a woman's heart, they are needles in the sea that cannot be touched or grasped.
……
"Then I'm leaving."
"Yeah."
Qin Lang left the house and walked from Qingniugang to the county gate. Su Yinping looked at him from behind. Looking back, holding his hands in front of his lower abdomen, he called out mysteriously:
"Come back soon..."
"Okay!"
After shouting, the princess standing there stretched her neck again, stood on tiptoe with her embroidered shoes, and stared at Qin Lang's back for a long time. When she turned around, she happened to see Gu Jin leading the two horses back. She couldn't help but be overjoyed:
"Jin'er, you're back."
"Yes."
The girl tied the horse and said without raising her head:
< br>"Mrs."
"Huh?"
"You'd better not look at that person like that when he goes out in the future."
"Why?"
"Over time, it will become Wang Fu Shi."
"Eh...?"
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When Qin Lang entered the city, he didn’t just buy groceries.
And when he entered the city this time, he tore a piece of cloth to make a face towel and wore it, keeping a low profile, just because the Blood Knife Sect returned to the world.
......
I still remember that during the reign of the late emperor, during the Zhaotong period, Bai Yutang, a generation of thieves, once said: If you are not afraid of thieves stealing, you are afraid that thieves will miss you.
The king of thieves is afraid of being remembered by thieves, let alone ordinary people.
Qin Lang is an ordinary person and is afraid of being missed by thieves.
So yesterday he had a brief understanding of Su Yinping's experience. Based on his description, he judged that the strength of the disciples under the Blood Knife Sect was definitely not as good as his own.
What they are best at is nothing more than underhanded things like drugging.
Qin Lang has been tricked once by Xue Gui. He doesn’t know why. After descending from the Tianshan Mountains, his internal strength cultivation speed is horribly slow. He wants to be able to ignore Ruanjinsan or confusion. Soul medicine and the like are not enough.
But precisely because of this, Qin Lang couldn't sit still and wait for death.
Although he is now under the jurisdiction of Jianping County and is protected by the government and Tianhe Sect, one day he will have to go out sooner or later.
Rather than being avenged by the well-prepared members of the Blood Sword Sect, Qin Lang decided that he would take the initiative to find the Blood Sword Sect's lair and destroy it directly in advance!
Of course, in the eyes of outsiders, the young young hero’s idea is very bold.
But Qin Lang had similar experiences in Tianshan after all.
When he was sixteen years old, with the same mentality, when he went to destroy the snow wolf lair, those snow wolves were far more ferocious than the disciples of the Blood Knife Sect.
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"Old sir."
"Sit down, freshly brewed horsetail tea, one penny for one...yo? Young Master Qin?"
< br>When the old storyteller at the tea stall saw the scarf on Qin Lang’s face, he immediately lowered his voice and looked around:
"Young Master Qin, what are you..."
"It's not harmful, actually, I just want to keep a low profile, so sit down and talk."
I can see that the old man is standing up, Qin Lang is standing there He sat down at a small table and asked the storyteller:
"Is there anyone in the county that... sells herbal medicine?"
"Herbal medicine? Medical clinic?"
"No, it's just...well...the old gentleman once said that the world is so vast and the martial arts world is so strong. I'm just planning to go for a walk. I'm afraid I'll encounter some shady shop on the road and give me some perspiration medicine or something..."< br>
“Oh——”
After saying this, the storyteller immediately understood everything and pointed to the north:
“Young hero went north and lived by the river. It is said that Granny Jin was originally from the Five Immortals Sect in Yizhou. Although the Five Immortals Sect was one of the twelve sects, it had been taking orders from the Tianhe Sect for a long time. This Granny Jin also came to Qingzhou with the Tianhe Sect and met there. Make a kind of Xingnao pills. Hunters in the county used to hold it in their mouths, so they would not be afraid of miasma when they went into the woods. It was somewhat invulnerable to all poisons. Qin Shaoxia might as well go to her and ask for a few pills."
Qin Lang set off immediately after hearing this. Not to mention, Granny Jin was not a weirdo like Qin Lang imagined, she was just an ordinary and kind old lady. When she heard that Qin Lang needed Xingnao Pills, she didn't even ask for the purpose. I readily gave him ten.
With this thing, Qin Lang can temporarily repair the shortcoming of insufficient internal strength to resist poison.
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That night, Qin Lang learned from Su Yinping about the location where they were attacked and other details. After learning that Qin Lang planned to go alone When he went to take down the Blood Knife Gate, Su Yinping immediately said it was too dangerous.
At this time, Qin Lang had only revealed to the two of them that he had killed Xue Gui, the leader of the Blood Knife Sect half a month ago.
“So that’s it…”
"Well, so on the one hand, I must have been targeted by the Blood Knife Sect. On the other hand, it can be said that the Blood Knife Sect came back to the world because of me. You...are considered to be implicated by me, I..."
"No, You can't say that."
Su Yinping looked serious and firmly disagreed with Qin Lang's statement:
"What does it mean to be implicated? Is it wrong for a chivalrous person to kill a thief? This is rebellion against Tiangang! Qin Lang, no one will blame you for this, including me and Jin'er. If the hero is guilty of being righteous, then what will happen to my world?"
Actually? As the princess of Su Yinping, Qin Lang was very pleased that she could have such an attitude.
As for Qin Lang himself, because the fact did happen, he still wants to be responsible to some extent.
In short, after confessing the cause and effect like this, Qin Lang really planned to leave for the official road where the Blood Knife Sect was haunted the next evening.
"Miss Jin, can I borrow the purple horse you snatched?"
"..."
The girl who has not spoken to Qin Lang all day and night , when hearing Qin Lang's request, he still said nothing, and still looked at him indifferently, standing in front of the horse post, holding the horse rope tightly in his hand...
Recommend a book.
"Please Your Highness to Kill the Demon"
Zhaoning's 20th year.
Pei Xiunian finally waited for this opportunity that was destined to rise to prominence.
On that day, he killed Prince Zhou Zhou and replaced him.
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"Tell me, who did you go to see last night?"
The Queen Mother sneered and took out several portraits, which were of the Qingqiu Fox Demon, the White Sword Cultivator, and the Taoist Robe. National Preceptor.
Pei Xiunian gritted his teeth and swore: "Heaven and earth can serve as a lesson, I haven't gone anywhere!"
"Don't tell me? Someone lock the door!"
(End of this chapter)