Chapter 650 Where is Lord Xie?
"Are you He Xiu?"
Song Chunxue sat up calmly and uttered those four words.
The man paused for a moment, then asked casually, "Who is He Xiu?"
“Besides him, who else is so obsessed with my short sword? Not many people have seen my sword, but it doesn’t matter if you pretend it’s not him,” Song Chunxue said, tossing the short sword over. “Where’s Xie Zheng?”
The man froze again, looking down at the short sword lying at his feet.
"How can you prove that he is the legendary sword?"
Song Chunxue was absolutely certain that this person was He Xiu.
Even if they aren't, they are still people from Baiyun Temple.
"Wuyou, kill him." She issued the order calmly.
Sure enough, Wuyou, who had been pretending to be dead, suddenly floated in front of the masked man and stabbed straight at his face.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The sound of weapons clashing was fast and urgent, and Wuyou's killing moves were swift and ruthless. The masked man retreated step by step, and after only a few dozen blows, he was on the verge of collapse.
The man panicked and shouted at Song Chunxue, "Stop! If I die, Lord Xie will die too!"
Song Chunxue looked at her fingers and reached down to remove the hangnail on her thumb.
"Did you come alone? Xie Zheng is definitely safe by himself right now. Only if you die can I slowly save him. But if I keep you alive, I don't know what you will do for my sword in the future."
Her languid tone was infuriating, as if she didn't take the threat from the person in front of her seriously at all.
"Whether he kills it or not, it doesn't matter. Let him try."
This young man was too reckless. He had been trying to steal her things for days, thinking he would visit at night, but he couldn't wait to do it in broad daylight.
However, the fact that they were able to put sleeping pills into their food shows that they have some skill, but not much.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have woken up at this point; she would have gone straight to the King of Hell.
This shows that the person still has some conscience; he's after money but not murder, so there's hope for him.
The reason she was so eager to practice swordsmanship during this period was because she felt that she was getting better and better and faster at integrating with the sword. If she could easily take it away, she would accept her fate.
The fact that this person was patient enough to wait for her to wake up suggests that he hadn't found the dagger.
He did not open her Qiankun bag.
Or perhaps, it's impossible to get close to her at all.
The last possibility is that the masked person was simply focused on her sword and had no other intentions.
Childlike people are actually easy to get along with.
Song Chunxue could handle either one.
Bang bang bang!
"Bang!"
"Aww~"
The man shouted from afar, "Make it stop! I'm dying..."
"Wuyou, come back." Song Chunxue added, "Wipe yourself clean with his clothes before you come back."
The masked man watched as the short sword, drawn from his shoulder, flew halfway before obediently turning back, wiping the blood off his chest, and then flying back to its master.
Song Chunxue held Wuyou tightly and carefully wiped the blood from every crevice with a handkerchief.
After that, she stood up, her body a little weak, but her steps were steady, as if the medicine had no effect on her.
This must be an abandoned house. The doors and windows are broken and hanging precariously. The paint on the doors and windows has peeled off because it hasn't been repaired for a long time, revealing the original wood underneath. It looks like it has been abandoned for quite a while, and the doors and windows have faded from the sun.
The sky outside was a deep, clear blue, and you could vaguely see green trees.
I don't know if they've left the city.
If he were to leave the city, it would be impressive if he could take two unconscious people with him all by himself.
"Why did you wait for me to wake up instead of killing me and taking my sword directly?"
Song Chunxue squatted down and looked at the person bleeding on the ground. Wuyou had cut several wounds on his body. His summer clothes were thin, and the blood could be clearly seen flowing out.
“You have other powerful magical artifacts on you, so I can’t get close at all. I can only wait for you to wake up… I was careless. I can’t beat you.”
"You can't even beat me with my sword, yet you dare to steal it. You're quite persistent. If I join you, wouldn't it be even harder for you to win?" Song Chunxue kicked him. "Where's Xie Zheng?"
"No, it's your sword that's powerful, not you. You don't deserve such a precious magical artifact. Why don't you name a price and give it to me? I'll be happy to pay any amount."
Unworthy?
Song Chunxue used Wuyou to make a cut on his wrist. "Tell me, how are you unworthy?"
"Do you think it's because I come from a small town, or because I'm not a proper Taoist cultivator, or because you dislike me for being a woman?"
The person on the ground laughed, "You're just a rogue cultivator; you only got lucky..."
"Who said I'm a rogue cultivator? I have a proper master, but I just became his disciple and haven't started learning his skills yet. But even with my rogue cultivator skills, you couldn't do anything to me."
As she spoke, Song Chunxue took out the gold spoon hanging around her neck from inside her collar.
"See this? This is a token of my sect given to me by my master..."
The person on the ground suddenly sat up, blood gushing from their shoulder.
"You...you...you are actually..." He pointed at Song Chunxue as if he had seen a ghost, his eyes wide with anger behind the mask, "How could you possibly be his disciple? Even my master was turned away back then, and you?"
Song Chunxue asked curiously, "Is he very capable? Do you know him?"
"You don't recognize him?"
"I don't even know his name; I've only met him once."
"Bang!"
The masked person fell straight down, hitting the back of their head on the ground; just hearing that made me want to have a nosebleed.
"Impossible, impossible! You're just an old woman from the countryside, you're just lucky. How could you possibly be that person's apprentice!"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
Seeing his devastated state, Song Chunxue was very curious.
"Then tell me his name, where he's from? Maybe he really isn't the person you know, so don't worry or be upset."
"There's only one person in the world who gives his apprentice a golden spoon!" he said, pointing at Song Chunxue with trembling hands, before slowly removing the mask from his face.
He looked very sad with his mouth pursed, but his eyes were dry and without a single tear.
"He Xiu, I knew it was you."
As she spoke, Song Chunxue placed the Worry-Free Sword in his arms. "If you want to play with it, just say so. I can lend it to you. But a gentleman does not take what others love. You are a cultivator, how can you steal it?"
He Xiu reached out to grab Wu You, but Wu You nimbly dodged and perched on Song Chunxue's shoulder, looking down at He Xiu.
It's as if it's saying, "I don't want to play with you."
He Xiu groaned in pain, "But you wouldn't give it to me, so I had to take it by force. I thought you were easy to deal with since you weren't very skilled and didn't introduce yourself."
Song Chunxue pressed his wound. "So, you've tried to steal things before, and you always succeeded?"
"That's right, I rarely misjudge people. I'll snatch it and then give them some silver to appease them. Anyway, if they're too weak, they can't protect anything that's too precious. Sooner or later, someone else will steal it from them. It's better to strike first."
“Oh, right,” Song Chunxue nodded, then pinched his wound hard. “Where is Lord Xie? Otherwise, I would have rubbed salt into it.”
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