When the moon was high in the sky, Cao Jia'an had finished talking about the Fuqi Inn, and Zhao Wuliu and Ma Xiaohe were silent.
I have to say that what Cao Jia'an said before was really too shocking.
"There's still one thing I don't understand. You said you wanted revenge. Do you want to find that little girl to avenge Lao Wu and Dayu?" Zhao Wuliu asked.
"No, I'm seeking revenge for myself," Cao Jia'an said. "How could I dare seek revenge on that little girl? She's so strong. If she stood still and let me hit her, I wouldn't even be able to break her defense."
"Then who are you going to take revenge on?" Zhao Wuliu asked curiously, and filled his tea cup.
Ma Xiaohe also looked curious.
Cao Jia'an smiled.
He didn't answer immediately, but instead placed a throwing knife on the table.
"Look at this knife, it's Da Yu's knife," said Cao Jia'an.
"I know, Dayu is very good at throwing knives." Zhao Wuliu nodded.
"Look at this sword again. This is Lao Wu's sword." Cao Jia'an's storage ring flashed with white light, and a white long sword appeared on the table. "People say Lao Wu is a reckless thief, but in fact, Lao Wu is not reckless at all. He has a calm temper and the weapon he uses is also a sword. People who use swords always have a soft heart."
Zhao Wuliu laughed heartily. "I agree with that. I also use a sword. I have always looked down on those who use knives. Compared to us who use swords, those who use knives are inferior."
"What level?" Cao Jia'an raised his eyebrows.
"Don't worry about the level. Anyway, they are not as good as us with swords, except for flying knives." Zhao Wuliu said with a smile.
"Except for flying knives, it just means that flying knives are still powerful." Cao Jia'an also laughed.
"What a pity, Dayu is dead. Seeing the object reminds me of the owner. This flying knife has no owner anymore." Zhao Wuliu looked a little lonely.
"Who says a flying knife has no owner?" Cao Jia'an pinched the flying knife between his right thumb and index finger and said with a smile, "I am the owner of the flying knife."
"Can you also use flying knives?" Zhao Wuliu asked.
"Yes, do you know who Dayu learned the flying knife technique from?" Cao Jia'an asked.
"Who did you learn this from?" Zhao Wuliu narrowed his eyes.
"I." Cao Jia'an's voice suddenly turned cold, and the flying knife in his hand was like a shocking white light, shooting towards Zhao Wuliu who was close at hand.
No one expected it.
Zhao Wuliu didn't expect it, Ma Xiaohe didn't expect it, and neither did the other guests at the nearby tables.
The guests at this table had been chatting for several hours and seemed to be having a great time, but suddenly they started fighting.
With a puff.
The flying knife pierced Zhao Wuliu's throat.
Zhao Wuliu's eyes widened and he stared at Cao Jia'an.
"I don't understand." Zhao Wuliu said.
"You understand." Cao Jia'an said with a smile, "What did you do to me twelve years ago?"
"I...didn't do anything to you. I've always treated you as a close friend." Zhao Wuliu spoke with difficulty. He knew he couldn't survive and didn't plan to make a last-ditch effort. He was only speaking with his last breath. He wanted to understand why Cao Jia'an suddenly attacked.
"You stole ten taels of silver from me," said Cao Jia'an.
"Twelve years ago, that afternoon, I had only twelve taels of silver on me. I went to your place, slept there all night, and when I came out, I only had two taels left," Cao Jia'an said. "How dare you say you didn't steal that silver?"
"I didn't steal it." Zhao Wuliu said.
"You won't admit it until you die?" Cao Jia'an grinned. "Wu Liu, I thought you would be willing to admit it before you die, but I didn't expect you to be so stubborn."
"I really... didn't steal."
After Zhao Wuliu finished his last sentence, he closed his eyes and collapsed to the ground.
Ma Xiaohe, who was sitting next to him, was terrified.
He really didn't expect that Old Cao would suddenly attack his master.
Now that the master is dead, as his disciple, I probably can't expect to survive either. But if I want to fight, I will definitely lose.
Ma Xiaohe wanted to stand up, but he couldn't because his legs were so weak.
With a thud, Ma Xiaohe knelt on the ground.
"Lao Cao, don't kill me." Ma Xiaohe said.
"Why should I kill you?" Cao Jia'an asked with a smile. He stretched out his hand, and the flying knife in Zhao Wuliu's throat returned to his hand. Then there was a ripple on it, and all the blood dried up.
"If you killed the master, you will definitely kill me." Ma Xiaohe said.
"Since you knew I was going to kill you, why did you kneel down and beg for mercy? Wouldn't it be better to die like a man?" Cao Jia'an sighed. "Your master refused to admit that he stole ten taels of silver from me until his death. Do you think he did?"
"He stole it! My master must have stolen your silver. I wish I could tear him into pieces." Ma Xiaohe said gritting his teeth.
"But he didn't steal it," Cao Jia'an said. "Your master didn't steal my silver. I killed him for another reason."
"What's the reason?" Ma Xiaohe asked.
"When you go down, ask your master what he did to me seven years ago." Cao Jia'an threw his head back and laughed.
The moment Ma Xiaohe raised his head, he jumped up and tried to run out of the teahouse with all his strength, but Cao Jia'an picked up the white sword on the table and swept it across the sky.
The sword energy surged out.
With a swish.
Ma Xiaohe's body was broken into two pieces.
All the guests in Ping'an Teahouse were panicked. Most of them were ordinary people who had never seen such a scene before. A few cultivators in the Qi training stage were even more panicked than ordinary people. After all, they were cultivators and knew that the moves that Cao Jia'an had just used to kill people were not something that ordinary cultivators could use.
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