In a small courtyard in a bamboo forest upstream of Huangling Waterfall.

When the man with the sword and the pretty girl appeared here, the courtyard was already empty.

All that was left was the locked gate, the messy courtyard with bloodstains that had not been thoroughly washed away, and the messy house that had been hastily cleaned up.

The two were silent for a moment.

Zhao Qian'er, who had just sent out an expedited letter with a flying sword, walked calmly to a bloodstain in the center of the courtyard, leaned forward and knelt.

Her face was indifferent, but her five fingers were trembling as they plunged into the gray dust and black blood. She clenched them into fists and grabbed a handful of bloody soil.

The newly sheathed 'Stinging Thunder' in the girl's right hand was now overflowing with purple-black lightning, 'flowing' all over the ground.

Covering three feet around her body.

Li Bai walked silently to the gate of the courtyard with the sword in his arms, squatted down, and wiped the dust on the ground with two fingers.

He looked down, then stood up and looked at the girl behind him who was surrounded by thunder.

"One bad news and one not-so-bad news."

The man's eyes fell on the ground under the girl's feet where Zhao Rong stood when his right arm was severed. He sniffed the bloody smell in the yard and concluded calmly:

"He didn't die here, but... he was seriously injured, and then... maybe he was taken somewhere else, or maybe... he found a glimmer of hope and escaped temporarily. But..."

Li Bai looked at her and said nothing more.

The girl lowered her eyes.

She knew what the man wanted to say.

After she was teleported away, there was no trace of a real fight at all. There was only one person's bloodstain in the entire yard...

In other words, the disfigured old scholar was unharmed. From beginning to end, it was a one-sided massacre. No "big accident" that could lead to a counterattack occurred, and no traces of attacks that could pose a threat to the disfigured old scholar were left... at least not in this courtyard.

Then the most likely scenario is that the disfigured old Confucian scholar took the initiative to take away the seriously injured and unable to resist Zhao Rong.

The possibility of the latter escaping is almost zero... and even if it happens, then after giving the entire "one thousand miles" to her, where can he escape to under the nose of an old monster in the Jindan realm with his cultivation level of Fuyao realm?

If he had other means of escape besides the 'One Thousand Miles' teleportation in ink given by Mr. Zhu, why did he use it only after he was seriously injured?

Even if we can find further guesses that meet the conditions, the possibilities are very small... These are the most normal and rational judgments.

Neither of them is a fool.

The yard was quiet for a moment.

"He won't die."

The girl had no expression on her face. She shook her head slightly and stood up with her sword in hand.

She turned her eyes to look around at the empty house that was being hastily cleaned up.

The man nodded.

Three breaths later, the two figures suddenly appeared on a small path outside the bamboo forest that deviated from the main road.

There were two faint tire tracks under their feet.

Facing south...

After a moment.

On an official road leading to Hanjing, there were two bumpy carriages with rapidly rolling wheels.

The carriage never stopped.

Even at this moment, two waiting figures appeared on the road ahead of it.

A man holding a sword and an indifferent girl.

As if they saw the familiar figure of a girl among them, the two carriages suddenly deviated from the official road and sped up.

However.

After a few breaths.

The carriage stopped quietly by the roadside, and the two old horses fell to the ground.

Under the gazes of the sword-carrying man and the cold-hearted girl, women, children, and old servants got off the carriage...

There is no trace of a Confucian scholar named Zhang.

"Where are the people?" said the girl.

The whole place was silent, no one answered.

Everyone trembled and lowered their heads, as if they didn't understand what she meant.

Among them, the woman who was sent away by Zhang Huizhi before the incident trembled with trembling lips.

At that time, she followed her husband's instructions and went to an acquaintance's house to get some wine and food. She did not witness what happened in the courtyard. After she came back, this gentle woman still vaguely guessed something. After all, that man was her husband who she lived with day and night...

Next to the woman, the dull boy who had copied the book a thousand times still had a dull expression.

No one spoke.

The girl nodded, holding the sword, and slowly walked to the woman. She looked at the wife of the Confucian scholar whom Rong Erge had once told her to "learn from", and nodded softly.

"Sister, where is my husband?"

She is very polite, like a docile and virtuous wife.

If you don't look at the sword with purple lightning in the girl's slender hand.

The woman, who had never disobeyed her husband, made a sound and tried to speak several times, but finally said timidly, "I don't know."

"Oh." The girl nodded. Seeing that her expression did not change, she just glanced at the dull young servants beside her and said, "Excuse me, what about you?"

Everyone was either silent or shaking their heads.

The man holding the sword didn't look at these people, but just lowered his eyes and looked down at his feet.

On the field, the girl looked normal, and continued to speak softly and politely: "Sister, what about your husband? And that disfigured old servant who smokes a pipe, where are they?"

The woman lowered her head and said, "I don't... know."

The girl turned her gaze to the other people on the field.

They also shook their heads and said they didn't know.

Her eyes swept over the woman, the young man, and the old servants in turn.

Then, the girl who had silently said countless times that she wanted to be a gentle and kind wife that he liked finally smiled.

At this time, everyone on the field was standing side by side.

A girl with a pair of adorable peach blossom eyes smiled and nodded. She walked straight to the lame old servant on the far right of the crowd.

In my impression, this old servant was very loyal to Zhang Huizhi.

The girl put two fingers together and tapped the old man's brow.

The lame old servant fell down.

She continued to walk towards the old servant beside her, raised her hand casually, put two fingers together and touched the center of his eyebrows.

The second old servant fell.

Before he could even show any sign of fear, he had already turned into a cold corpse on the ground.

The whole audience was silent.

"Bang."

"Bang."

"Bang."

The sound of flesh hitting the ground could be heard, like the muffled sound of sandbags wrapped in thick sacks being casually thrown on the ground.

The girl walked past the old servants from right to left at the edge of the crowd as if she was taking a leisurely stroll in the garden.

Stop, raise your hands, raise your feet, stop again, raise your hands...

Move neither too fast nor too slow.

Wherever she passed, she left a cold corpse at her feet.

They were no more than two steps apart, and even the direction in which the bodies fell was exactly the same.

The scene was neat and weird...

An unknown feeling of fear gradually spread across the field.

The woman, the young man, and the few remaining old servants were trembling all over, some even fell to the ground, some wanted to escape at all costs, but found that they could not move, and there was an unsheathed purple-black small sword hanging a foot above their heads.

A man in green clothes holding a sword still had his eyes lowered, staring at the ground silently.

At this moment, the chuckling girl kept walking, seemingly unaware of the panic of the people on the field.

She still walked slowly to the front of each old servant, still casually raised two fingers and pointed, repeating these actions casually.

The girl was calm as if she was doing something insignificant.

Halfway through, she seemed to be aware of the fearful gazes cast at her, and she paused for a moment, tilting her head and asking curiously to the people in the room, especially the woman:

"Where is my husband? If you don't know, then sister... where is your husband?"

The woman looked blankly at the girl who called her sister softly. Not long ago, this girl named Qian'er was still jumping around in the kitchen of the bamboo courtyard, getting along happily with them, calling her "sister" sometimes and calling the old servants "uncle" sometimes.

The girl at this moment did not change, she still sent off the "old men" one by one with a cute smile...

"You..." The woman's lips trembled as she wanted to say something.

But after Zhao Qian'er finished speaking, she did not even give her a chance to hesitate and answer. She turned back and continued to stroll around the garden. The old servants who were loyal to Zhang were all frozen in place, waiting for the slight touch of two slender fingers...

At this time, the girl walked up to an old servant who was blind in one eye. The loyal old servant who had silently witnessed the drastic changes in the courtyard was finally overwhelmed with fear and said hoarsely, "I say..."

However, his voice stopped abruptly the next second, because under the girl's smiling but indifferent gaze, his mouth was sealed by magic power.

The girl continued to point her finger, and the blind old servant fell down.

Don't listen to him.

Everyone on the field gaped in horror when they saw this, and the last glimmer of hope in most people's hearts was shattered.

The girl turned and looked at the woman with calm eyes.

Is she strange now?

Maybe.

She, Zhao Qian'er, can be a lively and lovely maid, a jealous and narrow-minded second wife, a gentle, polite, thrifty and housekeeping Confucian wife, a favored daughter of heaven admired by the men in Taiqing Mansion, or a naive and lovely white lotus girl.

Even like now, he could be a cold-blooded mountain dweller who regards human life as worthless...

But the only thing she couldn't do was to be the poor girl in the firewood room without her brother Rong'er and sister Lingfei anymore.

She can be any kind of woman.

However, these are only for Brother and Miss Rong'er, and for Uncle Xiaobai and other "family members".

The first two, one is the sun in her heart, and the other is the moon...and what are you in front of her at this moment?

She can be soft-hearted and kind, sympathize with the weak, and care about the people... She can be like that, but only for Brother Rong'er and the young lady. She will be like that as they are.

Under the girl's calm yet terrifying gaze, the woman collapsed, closed her eyes and knelt down. At this moment, only she, the dull boy, and two paralyzed old servants were left on the field.

There were corpses all over the ground.

Under the gaze of the young girl who was about to calmly raise her hand, the woman pursed her lips and took several deep breaths, "I... I said..."

However, at this moment, someone spoke before her.

The dull young man slowly raised one hand, lowered his head and whispered, "I know where my father is... let my mother go..."

Zhao Qian'er stopped looking at the crying woman and turned to look at the young man.

Li Bai changed his hand to hold the sword, and finally raised his head and looked at the young man.

The dull boy spoke in a muffled voice...

Not long.

A young girl turned her head and slowly looked towards the Moon Festival Mountain in the distance where a grand celebration was being held and it was extremely lively, with calm eyes.