Rescue the Paranoid Villain Boss

After walking in the prosperous world, although she has not caused any so-called turmoil in the world, she has experienced the most real human misery. The earthly experience has honed her sword and heart, turning her from a hard stone into a real one. Beautiful jade.

Her sword is still astonishingly sharp, so pure and pure, like snow without trace, as it was before.

The moves are not gorgeous, but every move is precise and sighs.

A white dress wins the snow, and the cold and clean eyes are lined with sharp sword light, just like the first time I saw him on the top of the mountain back then.

Seventeen drew out the sword, she felt a little hot in her eyes, so she rushed forward with shocking momentum, and in the eyes of the Xiaoyao sent disciples, she flew a sword to a disciple who was besieging Xiao Ziyu.

The surroundings were suddenly silent.

Seventeen wiped his face and wiped off the blood that was accidentally splashed on his face when he went up the mountain. Then he turned around solemnly, his eyes flushed slightly: "Seventeen defeated, come and ask for advice!"

Xiaoyao sent the disciple Ming Wu, dare you to be singled out?

Heads-up is good, heads-up is just a profit.

So he summoned the disciples very considerately, and set aside an open space for the two in a considerate manner.

Unexpectedly, Seventeen directly aimed the heavy sword tip at them.

"When the group of Xiao Xiaoxiao is resolved, I will ask Xiao Shaoxia for advice again."

Xiao Ziyu's face finally cracked after being cold for a long time, and his deserted eyebrows moved slightly, but there was a two-point moving smile.

He opened his mouth with Qingrun: "Thank you."

The eyes of Seventeen were even more red, just like I had thought, like a real knight, showing the momentum to help out in the face of injustice, and replied solemnly in a dumb voice: "Why be polite."

The disciple of the Xiaoyao faction was still in shock and did not recover, and not far away came the frightened roar of the head of the Xiaoyao faction: "Bastard! Leave your life to this seat!"

The answer was Master’s shameless voice: "Dreaming!"

In the distance, two ragged swordsmen supported each other and broke through the encirclement. The master held a sword in his mouth and refused to circumvent others. The cursing voice could still be heard half a hill.

There should be no problem when there are idle curses.

Before Seventeen's breath was released, several strong winds hit her, and the light and shadow of the long sword and the short blade made her dazzled for a moment.

The timing of this sneak attack is accurate, and the key is to have a large number of people.

Seventeen took a breath, and the light and shadow in her hand could only be half-blocked. Just when she felt that she might be pierced from behind by someone, Yu Guang looked at a corner of the white robe.

Xiao Ziyu's hand holding the sword was still steady, the light of the sword was as deep as snow, and it was vaguely the same as it was in the past years.

Seventeen followed Xiao Ziyu for eight years, stepping in the footsteps of Xiao Ziyu, so persistently trying to take her life, but never thought that they would fight side by side one day.

Delivery of life.

Seventeen felt that her nose was slightly sour, and a heart that had been hanging in the air for so many years finally fell to the ground.

She felt that she finally started to look like a real swordsman, a real knight.

She realized in an instant that perhaps her own way was not to hobble and chase after Xiao Ziyu, but to have the courage to walk side by side.

Seventeen and Xiao Ziyu fought and retreated. The tragic of this battle is beyond doubt. The blood squirmed along the direction they retreated, and the screams and screams were never interrupted.

Seventeen didn't know how many times he swung the sword, and how many times the deadly swords had been blocked by the people behind him, until the people behind him suddenly stopped.

She thought that she had finally retreated to a safe place, and before she could even breathe, she heard the Xiaoyao disciple on the opposite side laugh out loud.

"One step back will be a cliff, I see how you run!"

Seventeen's hand holding the sword shook slightly, and he twisted his head with great difficulty. Three steps away, it was pitch black, and the lingering mist of Lingshan covered the cliff. It seemed like a painstaking effort in this place where the sun could not even take care of it. The behemoth waiting to hunt opened its hideous mouth.

Seventeen unconsciously rubbed the hilt of the sword.

——She suddenly wanted to take Xiao Ziyu Yijian down.

She holds the sword in front and Xiao Ziyu protects the back, because Xiao Ziyu always leads the way in the realm of Xiaoshan Mountain, but...

The seventeenth generation consciously remembered that Xiao Ziyu had lost his way in a forest for three days and three nights, and in the end he was taken down by the Orion who entered the mountain.

The seventeen felt dark in front of them, almost staggering, and stepped down the cliff one step at a time.

Fortunately, Xiao Ziyu stretched out her hand in time and didn't let Seventeen end with such a grudge.

The disciple Lingshan on the opposite side was very pleased with the situation like the help of heaven, but was not busy to continue chasing them, and was ready to take advantage of a few words to speak.

"Xiao Ziyu, you have no way to go. I advise you to get acquainted, hand over your things as soon as possible, kneel and kowtow to Lao Tzu for mercy. Maybe Lao Tzu can spare your life if he feels better."

Xiao Ziyu's face was like frost and snow, holding a sword standing on the edge of the cliff, and the mountain wind blew her snowy clothes and black hair. It was originally a very vigorous picture. When the other party's voice fell, she put her hand into the lap of her clothes and took it out a moment later. A green jade Ruyi.

The color is blue, transparent and bright, and the sword strokes engraved on it are looming in the thin rays of sunlight.

Seventeen was stunned, and the Xiaoyao sent disciples were also stunned.

I probably didn't expect Xiao Ziyu to talk so well, so this wouldn't be a conspiracy, right? Xiaoyao sent his disciples Qi Qi hesitated.

Xiao Ziyu shook Yu Ruyi in his hand and asked, "Do you want it?"

The expression was high and solemn, only Seventeen who was standing beside her heard a vaguely inexplicable smile.

The Xiaoyao school disciple said sincerely: "Yes."

After a pause, he exclaimed: "As long as you hand over the baby, I will tell the head to spare you."

Then everyone saw Xiao Ziyu, who is known as the rivers, lakes, mountains, ice and snow, smiled slightly. This smile was amazing, but the movements in her hands were very desperate.

She let go, Yu Ruyi fell into the vast mountain breeze, and quickly disappeared into the bottomless abyss.

"——"

Afterwards, according to the people living at the foot of the mountain who were not involved in the dispute, half a distance from the top of the mountain, they heard the tragic screams of the Xiaoyao faction disciples.

The Xiaoyao disciples naturally blushed immediately, and a group of people rushed forward with a desperate slash.

Xiao Ziyu and Seventeen each received some injuries, and the Xiaoyao disciple who had passed the madness soon got rid of it. After all, things had fallen off the cliff.

Xiao Ziyu vomited blood all over the place, struggling the ground with a sword, but didn't know the truth of taking a step back, and said sincerely again: "If you really want it, you can jump down and find it yourself."

After a pause, another mouthful of blood foam was spit out, and he smiled slowly and unscrupulously: "The big deal is that Weishan doesn't charge money."

Seventeen: "..."

Why didn’t I realize that this person was like this--

Just because of the low mouth at this moment, countless new injuries were added to the two of them.

——But somehow left a life.

When Shiqi and Xiao Ziyu were carried back by Xiaoshan, Master had already divided a roast chicken with Xiao Zhangmen.

——It is said that the leader of the Xiaoyao faction was chased by the two of them and beaten to Manyao Mountain. The cry of begging grandpa to tell grandma was spread throughout the entire Yaoshan Sword Sect. In the future, he became famous in the rivers and lakes, and he would retreat until he died. No face to come out to meet people.

It's sad to think about it.

Seventeen spent three months of wounds in Xiaoshan.

The master had taken a step beforehand, and before leaving, he relied on the head of Xiao to send a thousand taels of silver to Xiaoyao, as if he had paid for the meal.

The seventeenth month of the first month was spent lying in bed, with Xiao Ziyu lying beside her. A window was opened on the top of the two seriously wounded people. They just happened to be able to see the clouds in the sky and the moonlight, except for occasional rain. If you close the window, you will get caught in the rain.

Two old friends who have known each other for many years chat, whether it’s better to start with the left hand or with the right hand when the sword is out. Talking about Jiangnan’s daughter is red or apricot wine is good, and occasionally they want to fight with swords when they argue. , The result was a scream of pain as soon as he raised his hand.

The genius doctor squatted outside the window to decoct the medicine, with two **** of cotton in his ears, he was not completely spared. He could only sigh: "As expected of a top expert, even with such a severe injury, he can still be so good in spirit." After a pause, he gritted his teeth and sighed. ,"very noisy."

After a month of getting along, Seventeen felt that Xiao Ziyu's unattainable image of a young man in white had collapsed.

She speaks few words and has a venomous tongue, and she is indifferent to others. She is not in the slightest like her spotless sword strokes like a gust of wind and snow-like two people.

Countless times in the middle of the night staring into the sky, Seventeen regretted very much why he had saved this person during the siege among the Xiaoyao sent disciples.

She should take the opportunity to make up for a sword and send the evil down to Huangquan earlier, and she can also get a lot of money.

Seventeen again left the post to Xiao Zi, and after he was wounded, he competed again on the top of Lingshan Mountain.

Three months later, it was the mid-spring season, when the people from Lingshan came to Ruzhi and the gate was almost squeezed. People from the rivers and lakes who wanted to watch the battle arrived one after another half a month ago, hoping to grab a good position.

Seventeen didn't have the guts to go to the front entrance, and could only run from the deep forest behind the mountain in the middle of the night, running down the mountain in the middle of the night. After running in the middle of the night, panting, she seemed to lose face and lost face. Seventeen was speechless and looked up at the sky. The white robe reflects Yuehua's insurmountable Gaojie.

Seventeen stayed.

Xiao Ziyu's expression was still deserted: "Why don't you keep running?"

——I still want to keep watching.

Thanks to the days and nights of the past few months, Seventeen accurately caught the ridicule in Xiao Ziyu's calm eyes.

Although he didn't know what qualifications a person who would find his way on his own site and finally forced himself to the edge of the cliff to laugh at her, Seventeen quickly understood one thing: "Are you not lost?"

"Why would I get lost with my own formation?" Xiao Ziyu answered naturally.

"Then how to get out?" Seventeen asked.

"Go straight north and see Zhulin turn right and then right."

"It's that simple?" Seventeen was unbelievably stunned for a moment, and then immediately reacted to another thing, and his right hand instantly pressed the hilt: "It's so simple, you see I ran for nothing in the middle of the night, how about playing a monkey?!"

The sword light slammed upwards, but Xiao Ziyu jumped away earlier, but the tree she had just sheltered in was undoubtedly bad luck. In an instant, it was divided by five horses, and the young leaves that grew out of the tree fell miserably.

"Three days later, in the afternoon competition, if you don't come, I will be your surrender."

Xiao Ziyu's voice came from a distance, and the people had already run out of sight.

Seventeen gritted his teeth: "Dreaming."

——

When Seventeen sighed and rushed back to the mountain gate overnight, Senior Brother Eleven was practicing the sword in the yard and kindly reminded: "Master is kneeling at the ancestral hall. Be careful."

Seventeen was stunned.

The ancestral hall is a very special existence in the mountain, and it is the only place in this loose and incompetent mountain gate that looks like a serious sect.

In the ancestral hall there are tablets of the ancestors of the past generations. Only the master can go in and offer incense, but every time he enters the ancestral hall, he feels very bad.

Since when he was ten years old, he accidentally passed by outside the ancestral hall twice, only to be caught and beaten by the master and unable to get up. Seventeen has never approached here again.

But at this time I had to go.

The blue brick outside the ancestral hall was soaked in the cold. She knelt and opened the door for an hour, but did not come out, but stood at the door looking down at her.

"The disciple is not filial." She smashed her head on the blue brick. "The disciple can't kill Xiao Ziyu."

"Why?" the master asked, "Martial arts are not as good as her?"

Seventeen shook his head, and was silent for a while before speaking, "There are people in the world that can be killed or not. The disciple is a killer, but some people shouldn't die, and the disciple can't kill her."

What she remembered at this moment was that early morning many years ago, Xiao Ziyu's merciful sword was halfway through Xiao Ziyu Xiao Ziyu's white clothes stained with dust, and it was also the village after the natural disaster. Xiao Ziyu spent his entire life digging ruins with bare hands.

She has no reason to kill a knight, a real knight.

It's not the knights who swept away in the legend of Wu Lin's grievances and turmoil, but no matter when and where they were, there were still chivalrous people in their hearts.

She untied her sword and put her head on the bluestone: "The disciple violated the rules of the door, but the master will punish him."

The master sighed, stood with his hand behind, and looked back at the Patriarch's tablet: "Do you know why I often kneel to the Patriarch's ancestral hall?"

Seventeen one was stunned: "The disciple doesn't know."

The master sighed again: "Because of violating the door rules-those who give up with the opportunity to do it will be punished by kneeling in the ancestral hall for one night."

The master looked up at the sky, sulking.

Seventeen seems to have some understanding. Just by looking at the situation where Master and Xiao Zhangmen ate roast chickens together, you know that they have a lot of friendship. If Master really wants to kill, a chicken can infect at least eight kinds of poison. Xiao Zhangmen can live and live. Competing with Master, even thinking of coming to Master, there is no real intention to kill.

——So this is why the master beats his disciple every time he kneels in the ancestral hall? !

After all, every time I finish playing, I suffer to varying degrees.

"Seventeen, can you let go of your obsession?"

Seventeen was stunned, and slowly straightened his back, and solemnly said: "The disciple put it down."

From hobble chasing to walking side by side, this is the way she realized.

From being frustrated to completely letting go, this is the fulfillment of her Tao.

The master showed a smile of relief, and turned sideways and said, "Then come in and kneel at the ancestral hall, right?"

Seventeen: "..."

——

Kneeling at the ancestral hall on the Seventeenth Night was already early in the morning of the second day. I felt complicated when thinking about rushing to Xiaoshan to compete at noon, but I could only drag my kneeling numb legs all the way down the mountain.

Seventeen thought he was dazzled when he saw the two horses from a distance.

Xiao Ziyu's expression was calm: "I'm afraid you won't be able to get there before noon, so I specially picked a horse to pick you up."

Seventeen horses went with Xiao Ziyu, and the morning sun shone head on, with horses and knights side by side behind him.

Seventeen took a deep breath.

"Xiao Ziyu, I knew you very early, I knew you as early as twelve years old."

When all obsessions have turned into smoke, I still want to solemnly say it again.

"I know." Xiao Ziyu answered calmly.

Seventeen raised his head in astonishment and just ran into Xiao Ziyu's calm eyes.

Soaked in the morning light, quiet and gentle, condensed emotions she couldn't understand.

"You were the one who overcame the wall of my house at the age of twelve, you were the boy who was overturned twice by my sword at the age of fifteen, and the knight who saved my life at the age of seventeen was you. I know it's you."

The twelve-year-old Xiao Ziyu fainted the girl who came in over the wall with a kick. He couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed the wrist holding the sword, frowning slightly.

This manpower is not small, and her hands are a little numb.

My father pulled someone down from the wall and pointed at her with a big smile: "Have you seen? My son Yu is better, your disciple can't do it."

The old man looked like a beggar on the street with his messy hair, but he didn't show any timidity even in the face of the martial arts leader.

"Old thief, what are you proud of? Do you know what will be the future? Besides, your family has not taken any advantage. The bruise on this wrist is less than half a month, so I don't want to take the sword again."

The father gritted his teeth angrily, and didn't let go: "So what, anyway, my family won!"

"Can't afford to lose so? Have the ability to fight the old man?" The old man began to roll up his sleeves.

"Can't afford to lose?" Father started yelling, "You old Poppy? Who on earth lost?"

Before the words fell, the two people had already flown to the back mountain, and the beating ghosts were crying and howling.

This kind of struggle came back and forth in three days, and Xiao Ziyu had already seen no surprises. She had long known that the ragged senior was a close friend of her father's many years, and was also her uncle.

Shizu accepted two peerless geniuses who couldn't beat anyone. Both of them were extremely depressed these years, because apart from life and death, their brothers couldn't tell the outcome.

Later, when my father had her, the uncle took an apprentice alone, and the two agreed to leave the victory or defeat that they couldn't tell to future generations, and let the disciple stand for them.

In short, it's better to pretend not to see this kind of fighting.

So she turned her head and carefully looked at the girl who was fainting on the ground. She had a white and tender skin, and her eyes were slumped with crescent marks.

She had a good life, and she unconsciously covered her wrist, still in pain.

She has been born as a genius since she was a child, and her peers have been invincible. This is the first peer to cause her injuries.

——It is indeed worthy of her attention.

I saw the girl again three years later, and to be honest, she was actually very happy.

People in high places are often lonely, because no one among her peers has reached her level, and the predecessors who have reached her level have nothing to say.

Her sword light fell like snow, but what formed was a vast snowfield. The world was so big and the kendo was so wide, there was no one who could walk with the sword.

——How lonely.

Seventeen thought that Xiao Ziyu was extremely powerful when he could overturn her with just one sword. She didn't know that that sword was also Xiao Ziyu's best effort.

The girl who can compete with her is the driving force that spurs Xiao Ziyu to keep moving forward. She keeps comprehending her own swordsmanship, and she knows that there is a swordsman who is moving forward just like her not far behind her.

——This is not a kind of walking side by side, after all, we all meet our opponents.

When this story is over, Xiaoshan is already in front of him.

"No one will entrust the back to passers-by who meet in Pingshui, you and I are just old people who have reunited after a long absence in the sword."

The horses raised their hoofs to smash the hot noon sun, and the road ahead is still long, but riding horses side by side will never be too bad.

Xiao Ziyu silently looked at that figure from behind.

——She secretly told herself that she couldn't lose. If she lost, this person would leave her and chase someone who was stronger and more powerful. She couldn't afford to lose.

——

On the martial arts arena, flying sand and rocks, sword light staggered, white clothes like a handful of fresh snow on the top of a mountain, green shirts like a breeze in the forest.

People from all walks of life were amazed again and again, and their eyes were all dissatisfied with admiration, with one exception.

A certain hero who loves to join in the fun came from Jiangnan to shoot the case and laughed out loudly: "Have you seen? How accurate the old man said. From now on, these two are the only ones!"

People from all walks of life with good deeds hurriedly went up: "Then who is the number one among them in the world?"

The hero glared, looking at the fierce situation in the field where another three hundred moves would not tell the outcome, he cursed: "How do I know? I'm not the best in the world!"