That Person In That River and Lake

  Chapter 158 Long Street Drenched in Blood (recommendation ticket, monthly ticket, subscription)

This long street is actually a relatively bustling street in Jinling City. From day to night, from sunny to rainy days, it is full of idlers walking along the streets, but this evening, this area is extraordinarily quiet and quiet. The sound of rain falling was very clear, so quiet that the spring breeze swept across the streets and alleys, and no pedestrians could be seen. Except for the wind and rain, there was only the sound of the inn door being pushed open, which stretched far, far away.

At the end of the street, I don't know how many people are rushing over with knives, but two young people came out of the inn, walking slowly as if walking, one in white and one in green, both with a sword on their backs. In this wind and rain, he could only vaguely and vaguely see that the two of them were very calm.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, the rain dripped on the umbrella, as if it was about to break the umbrella. In fact, both Gu Qingci and Liu Yiqing were already wet from the rain, but they didn't care, and they didn't care. He didn't use his true energy to block him, but with a faint smile on his face, he lit up the dark sky a bit.

   "It's a bit too quiet." Gu Qingci said softly.

"Hehe," Liu Yiqing chuckled, and said, "Brother, you are wrong. In fact, you are not quiet at all. In the dark, I don't know how many people are hiding in the dark and paying attention to this battle. Well, the people who were all over the place before must be very happy." Arrived early."

   "Really, someone will come?" Gu Qingci asked doubtfully.

"Hehe, Mr. Sword and Jiuzhi, facing the Palace of Seven Kills and the Ma Family in the capital, this is definitely not a trivial matter. But, brother, I don't understand why you must fight them to the death here instead of fleeing?" Liu Yiqing asked.

   Gu Qingci raised his head slightly, stopped, and said: "First, I can't go anymore. Second, I also want the wind and rain to be stronger. Third, I want to enter Beijing with dignity!"

  The long street was windy and windy, and there was a dead silence.

  At this moment, there are undercurrents surging in the world.

There is a mountain in the north of Daxia, called Langya Mountain, and the peach blossoms are just budding in March. There is a middle-aged man who looks seven or eight points similar to Liu Yiqing. He is looking at the cliff with his hands behind his back. completely opposite in character.

   This person is Liu Yiqing's father, and Liu Yunxiu, the head of the Langya Sword Sect.

There are several old people behind Liu Yunxiu, and there are also a few who are about the same age as him. They are all elders of the Langya Sword Sect or some disciples in power. Some are sitting and drinking tea, some are playing chess, and some are discussing martial arts. .

At this time, a disciple ran over. Suddenly, the scene was quiet for a while. Everyone stopped and stared at the disciple, which made the man sweat profusely on his forehead. here we go!"

   "Boom"

The cup in Liu Yunxiu's hand was smashed into flying ashes, and at the same time, a white beard shattered the chessboard, stood up, and said: "Yiqing's chance has finally come, **** it, last time I was far away Seeing that girl's kendo in Tianshan Daoge shocked me, and I don't know Yiqing's, what will happen?"

   "Not bad!" Liu Yunxiu said with certainty.

  ...

  In the capital city, this day was also a bit gloomy, as if it would rain at any time. In an attic, the third princess Tang Yun leaned against the window, silently. Ma Dongyang sat in front of him, also very silent.

   After a while, someone came up, said a few words to Ma Dongyang, and left again. Ma Dongyang hurriedly said to Tang Yun: "Princess, Jinling City is starting to move!"

  Tang Yun turned around slightly, and said lightly, "How did you arrange it?"

"The Palace of Seven Kills sent four great practitioners, and I found eight great practitioners. As for the warriors in the qi state, there are thirty. In addition, Jinling Mansion Yi also took refuge with His Highness Mo Yi a month ago. This time, nothing will go wrong! " Ma Dongyang said.

   Tang Yun's eyes fluctuated, and she said, "Can you guarantee that nothing will go wrong? You have to know that Gu Qingci has grown too fast, which has exceeded our expectations."

  Ma Dongyang nodded slowly, and said: "Ouyang Muhua also went to Jinling a few days ago, and now, it's almost the same!"

   "Ouyang Muhua!" Tang Yun raised her brows suddenly, stood up, and said angrily, "Ma Dongyang, what are you thinking? You actually asked Ouyang Muhua to assassinate Gu Qingci, you...are you confused?"

  ...

In an inn not far from the Princess Mansion, people from the Yinshan Sect were also looking at the gloomy sky, perhaps it would be more appropriate to be people from Mengpozhuang now, Elder Xiang sighed softly, and saw a faint figure outside the window, It appeared like a ghost.

   "Saint!" said respectfully to the elder.

Mo Lanying pursed her lips, patted the elder on the shoulder, and said, "I said, Lao Xiang, how many times have I told you, call me Po Meng, Po Meng, don't call me a saint, Yinshan Sect None exist!"

  The elders were silent and did not speak.

Mo Lanying hated iron as weak as steel, sighed, and said: "Why do you tell me that you just don't understand? The collapse of the Yinshan Sect is the general trend, and this cannot be changed, just like Gu Qingci will never die in Jinling. That's the trend."

   "How can the saint be so sure that Gu Qingci will not die in Jinling?"

Mo Lanying was stunned for a moment, and muttered: "To be sure is to be sure, but, why is this Gu Qingci different from the record, and Liu Yiqing, what happened to the battle of Jinling, why is there such a big change, Gu Qingci He should not have died in Jinling, his destination should be blood-stained battlefields, buried in green hills, why is there a homeland!"

  ...

  At the same time, two women who were on a boat suddenly raised their heads and looked towards the city of Jinling.

  In the city, there was also a man lying on the back of a donkey, gnawing on a carrot, took the brick from the donkey's neck, and shook it gently.

Outside a tavern, an old man with a knife hanging from his waist was holding a bowl of wine, squatting in front of the eaves, showing two old yellow teeth with a smile, speaking Shu dialect to himself, saying: Yes, yes, let’s fight, whoever wins will be the most powerful!”

  Besides the long street, many inns and restaurants have the best business. Some people are discussing, some are silent, and some are watching.

  ...

  It was raining on the long street, and someone appeared.

There were only two young people in front of them, and no one was hiding their whereabouts. Accompanied by the continuous sound of footsteps, the sound of soles stepping on shallow water, and the sharp and bright swords unsheathed, hundreds or thousands of Jianghu men walked from various alleys. come out.

  Under two oil-paper umbrellas, Gu Qingci and Liu Yiqing stood in the middle of the street. The heavy rain was falling, and there were ripples everywhere. The two quietly watched the dark crowd pouring out from all directions.

  Liu Yiqing took a sip of his wine with his head up, ordered a few times casually, and said flatly: "Brother, leave the five to me, how about you come to the remaining seven?"

   Gu Qingci smiled slightly, and said: "You can hit one, but they are all under siege anyway, it doesn't matter if you kill a few, twelve, until you kill them all."

  Liu Yiqing was very calm, leaned into Gu Qingci's ear, and whispered: "Brother, to be honest, are you really sure?"

   "I also want to ask you this sentence!"

   "That's why I'm not sure!"

   "Aren't you too?"

   Just as the two of them were talking softly under the umbrella, the crowd in the heavy rain finally couldn't bear the contemptuous insult, and shouted loudly:

"kill!"

Liu Yiqing threw the oiled paper umbrella away, threw it on the ground casually, raised his right hand and stretched it towards the younger generation to hold the hilt of the sword, and with a sound of "铖", he drew the sword out of its sheath, stepped on the water with his face, rushed over, and said flatly: "Brother , I'll go first!"

  Gu Qingci smiled slightly, and slightly cupped his hands towards the rushing crowd, saying: "After today, there will be another thousand people missing in the Jianghu!"

   A simple sentence, but it seems to cut through the world.

Gu Qingci slowly stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword. The moment his slender fingers touched the hilt covered in rain, countless raindrops were pierced by the sword qi, like a cloud of smoke suddenly hit, and his gentle smile turned into a murderous one. Lie, swaying and silently drew out the sword, in the rain, I never saw that white dress again.

  Two figures shuttled among the crowd, one was white and the other was blue, and everywhere they passed was bloody. Liu Yiqing's sword was really ordinary, one sword after another, one corpse after another.

  Gu Qingci was more cruel than Liu Yiqing. The people his sword touched were all like kites, flying upside down in an extremely miserable way, flying through the air, and some were smashed to pieces when they were hit on the head.

  Thousands of Jianghu men who were clamoring to kill were quiet for a while, subconsciously looked at the two **** roads, and then rushed up again, this time, the twelve great practitioners also came.

In the rain on the long street, the white figure and the blue figure seemed to be strolling along the street. Both of them were swordsmen. When the sword reached its chest, someone flew out, vomited blood and fell down, and someone's limbs were broken, and they fell to the ground and howled.

As the two gradually separated, as Liu Yiqing said before, he blocked five great practitioners, one against five, his face did not change at all, calm as usual, in the gradually enveloping night, his eyes were clear Bright, he fought more and more bravely, became more and more ruthless, gradually, like talking in a dream.

  Wounding, blood flying out, dodging, flying swords piercing through, killing people, he also hurts people...

On the other side, Gu Qingci, who was doing well, also met great practitioners. This group of people did not talk about the morals of the world. Although they are also great practitioners, they have self-knowledge. To deal with people like Liu Yiqing and Gu Qingci, they can only besiege .

  He was holding the thin jade-bone sword, and there was a buzzing sound, and with a touch of his foot, he said softly: "I have a sword, and I walk in the world!"

A terrifying speed vibrates at a high speed, and then "咻咻咻" turns into a white light and shadow, tearing through the rain curtain, interspersed in the air, and sword shadows are interspersed, pointing at the edge of the sword, there is a great practitioner coming with a sword , The Jade Bone Sword is flying and stopping.

  But among the seven cultivators, there are always those who can avoid being hunted down.

  Jade Bone Sword flew back, Gu Qingci held it in his hand, seven swords pierced the rain curtain at the same time, one after another true energy came fighting, he was full of true energy, a mask emerged, golden yellow true energy surged.

  Seven swords pierced the mask from several directions.

Gu Qingci is trying to fight his true energy here. He is a great practitioner, and he singled out seven of them at the same time. It was only the first confrontation, and a mouthful of blood flowed out faintly. Liu Yiqing's voice: "Brother, I can't seem to beat it!"

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