I want to cultivate swordsman

Two miles to the south of Lin'an County is the Yulong River.

Walking south along the river for half a mile, you can see a dense birch forest.

This is the address where the old man next door told me to deliver the letter.

Xu Zhiqiu carried a mahogany sword and walked in the forest on the snow.

The surrounding area was extremely quiet, except for the occasional chirping of birds, there was no other sound to be heard.

After walking for a distance of about ten feet, a series of footprints suddenly appeared in the snow in front of the right side of the body. The shape should be the traces left by the boots, but the strange thing is that the front and end of the footprints are both It is very shallow, only the middle depression is the deepest, and some of them do not meet the strength of normal people's feet.

Xu Zhiqiu stopped to observe for a while, then looked into the distance, and finally decided to turn around and follow the footprints.

In this way, half a stick of incense has gone,

The slightly weird footprints gradually disappeared, followed by a hidden hut in the birch forest appeared in front of him.

It seems that these footprints are deliberately leading the way.

Without hesitation, Xu Zhiqiu pushed open the door of the hut and walked in.

The hut is really small, with only one bedroom inside. Against the wall is a bed made of twigs and haystacks, covered with a layer of cotton batting, as simple as it needs to be.

In front of the bed was a wooden table with missing corners, and a few piles of pheasant bones and half a candle remained on the top of the table.

Xu Zhiqiu walked to the wooden table and spread out the pile of chicken bones with a peach-wood sword. When he looked carefully, the bones were beige, with dried blood streaks between the forks. Meaty.

Don't think about it, this must be the bone of a raw chicken.

Some people even eat live chicken without cooking it.

Xu Zhiqiu narrowed his eyes slightly, and said that it was so.

at this time--

Suddenly there was a "click, click" sound outside the house.

It sounded like someone walking in the snow.

Xu Zhiqiu turned around and looked towards the door, almost as soon as his eyes swept there, he saw someone walking in.

The person who came was tall, half a head taller than Xu Zhiqiu, but his waist was extremely narrow and thin, and his walking seemed a little uncoordinated, even awkward. Wearing thick and heavy makeup, it's like singing in a theater.

"Hey, who are you?"

The man with heavy make-up walked into the room and was surprised immediately after seeing Xu Zhiqiu, as if he didn't expect anyone to come here.

His voice was a little hoarse, as if he was deliberately suppressing his voice.

Hearing this person's question, Xu Zhiqiu put the mahogany sword behind his back, and replied with a normal expression: "I am a resident of Wutong Street. I was entrusted by the old man next door to deliver a letter."

"Send a letter?"

The man with heavy make-up patted off the snowflakes on his body with his hands, and said with a look of sudden realization: "Oh~, I remembered that not long ago, an old friend said that he would move to Lin'an County, and he also said that he would write a letter to invite me to come. , it should be him, what about the letter?"

"The letter is under the stone pillow."

Xu Zhiqiu turned his corner of the eye to look at the stone pillow at the front of the bed, without changing his face, he said, "I saw no one when I came in just now, and I was afraid that the paper letter would be snatched away by wild animals in the mountains, so I put it under the stone pillow."

Hearing the words, the man with heavy makeup walked towards the bed, but just took two steps before turning around and walking to the corner of the room. There was a dilapidated large wooden box there. The man took out wild fruits from the wooden box and said to Xu Zhiqiu : "You don't need to look at me to know. That old guy just wants me to go over and talk to him more. He can't stand being lonely."

Xu Zhiqiu didn't say a word.

The man with heavy make-up continued to say self-consciously: "People are like this when they get old. I hope there will be more excitement around me. In fact, even if he doesn't write to me, I have to take the time to go and have a look. After all, we are old friends for many years... Come on, little boy." Brother, eat a wild fruit, this is a unique wild fruit in the forest, it's sweet."

The man handed the wild fruit just out of the wooden box to Xu Zhiqiu.

The wild fruit is orange-red, attractive to look at, and has a fruity aroma.

Xu Zhiqiu took the wild fruit and thanked him, but he didn't eat it.

The man with heavy make-up saw that he didn't eat the wild fruit, so he asked again: "Why doesn't my little brother eat it, but it doesn't suit me?"

Xu Zhiqiu shook his head: "Not really, I just want to take it home and eat it, so that the younger sisters at home can also taste it."

Hearing what he said, the man with heavy makeup immediately took out a few more wild fruits from the wooden box, and said apologetically, "It's because I didn't think about it, little brother, don't blame me, take these wild fruits and eat them by yourself." Order some, bring some home, so you don’t have to be reluctant to eat, eat quickly.”

Xu Zhiqiu saw the man kept urging, and an imperceptible smile curled up on the corner of his mouth. He handed the wild fruit to his mouth, and said to the man: "Oh, by the way, I suddenly remembered something. Put it in the letter paper, please..."

Before he finished speaking, the man with heavy makeup rushed to say: "Okay, okay, I'll help you get it."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked to the edge of the bed, stretched out his arms and groped under the stone pillow.

At this moment, when the man with heavy makeup turned his back completely, Xu Zhiqiu did not hesitate for a moment, moved sideways behind the man at an extremely fast speed, and swung a sword at the same time.

"laugh!"

The blade pierces the air,

The sword qi carried a faint purple meaning.

It was too late when the man with heavy makeup sensed the danger. He turned his gaze away, horrified in his heart, and just as he let out a shrill cry from his throat, his body was struck by the sword energy.

"His!"

The clothes worn by the man with heavy makeup were smashed by the sword energy in an instant, revealing his true identity.

Where are people here.

It is clearly a demon.

Although its head has turned into a human form, its body is still a yellow leather child.

In order to make himself more disguised, this guy tied a wooden stick to each of his hind legs, and hung a lot of sachets under his armpits to cover up his stink.

At this time, he was struck by the sword energy, and all the camouflage was broken, and a deep wound was cut on the back, and blood flowed continuously.

It's a pity that although Huang Pizi was severely injured by the sword qi, he did not die immediately. It had lost most of its cultivation due to begging for a seal, but its body was still in the condensing state, so its skin was rough and fleshy, and it could resist the next attack. sword.

But Xu Zhiqiu would never give it any chance to breathe.

Hit by a sword, Xu Zhiqiu swung the sword again, the sword qi roared continuously, like a dense fishing net covering Huang Pizi's whole body, Huang Pizi screamed and fled around, but the heavy damage to his body seriously affected his speed, and he couldn't dodge at all. Surrounded by the sword net, he could only let out a shrill cry, and fell to the ground motionless.

Xu Zhiqiu walked forward with the mahogany sword in his hand, and saw that Huang Pizi was covered with scars, as if he had been hacked into pieces, it was horrible.

But even so, he still gasped weakly and did not die.

When Xu Zhiqiu came closer, Huang Pizi said intermittently: "You...how...could..."

Before he finished speaking, he coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, as if he was about to die.

Xu Zhiqiu knew what it wanted to say, so he looked directly into Huang Pizi's resentful eyes, and said, "Brother Huang Lang, you should keep more sachets on your body."

When Huang Pizi heard this, he suddenly coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood and died.