◎Why did you betray me?◎
The decisive battle is finally here.
Early in the morning, when it was still light, the three of them went out.
The agreed location was in Wuyi Mountain, on a deserted cliff. The terrain was high and relatively flat, and there were no trees around, only a piece of yellow earth and rocks, making it a very good natural arena.
This place had been booked long ago, and the group came here in silence. You Qianhe had not arrived yet, but they saw many martial arts people standing around watching the fun.
Seeing a group of people coming, everyone's eyes turned over.
But everyone knew that this was not the time to talk, so no one came up to chat, and they just watched from the side.
He Ziqing walked straight to the center of the platform, stood with his arms folded and did not move.
He kept his eyelids down and looked at no one, as if he was gathering his strength.
An Jiu looked around and pulled Lin Qingyan to find a suitable place to watch the fight without being easily affected. It was a tall rock. An Jiu didn't know martial arts, so she asked Lin Qingyan to take her up, and the two of them sat quietly on the rock.
Lin Qingyan was in a good mood at the moment. An Jiu had persuaded her, and she had a close conversation with He Ziqing yesterday. At this moment, she no longer thought that He Ziqing would die. Instead, she was full of confidence in him.
Perhaps this is what it means when a lover sees beauty in his or her heart.
The way Lin Qingyan looks at He Ziqing now is as if he is looking at a great hero.
Her eyes were full of anticipation, hoping that the great hero would return triumphantly and become a perfect couple with her.
An Jiu watched the changes in the two people and said nothing.
Time passed quickly, and soon the sky was completely bright. More and more people came here after hearing the news. The open space beside the platform was crowded with people. Even on the cliffs farther away, there were all kinds of people from the martial arts world standing.
An Jiu also saw some familiar faces, such as several young knights dressed in the uniforms of the Huashan Sect. She had met them in Pinglan City and had spoken a few words to them.
There is also the swordsman Mu Lei who was seen in Golden Snake Town. This time he is not alone, and is accompanied by a female swordsman who is also wearing a sword.
Upon closer inspection, it was the girl who was participating in the martial arts competition to find a husband.
I didn't see Jin Yanwan. She was probably still busy with the affairs of the Golden Snake Villa and had no time to join in the fun.
When she looked over, those who knew her nodded slightly to her as a greeting.
Unconsciously, she had gotten to know quite a few people in this world.
Time passed by bit by bit, the sun rose gradually, and it was getting closer to the agreed time, but You Qianhe still hadn't arrived.
Everyone was getting impatient waiting. In this June day, the sun was so hot that people were sweating all over. Most of the people watching here were not very skilled in martial arts and could not calm down. The longer they waited, the more impatient they became.
Those who came from famous families and were skilled in martial arts were much more patient. They did not whisper to each other like the others, but just meditated and adjusted their breathing, or remained silent.
Finally, someone couldn't help but shout, "Young He, are you sure that the person challenging you is the Sword God You Qianhe? I'm afraid it's some unknown person who pretended to be you and now doesn't dare to come?"
He Ziqing stood there holding the sword. No matter what happened around him, he remained as silent as the mountains behind him.
Even if someone complained at this moment, he would remain silent, as if he was immersed in his own thoughts, meditating on the spot without even blinking his eyelids.
Seeing that He Ziqing remained silent, the man felt embarrassed and was about to say a few more words when he heard a swift sound of breaking air, as if a sharp weapon was cutting through the sky, and the air was torn apart with a sharp sound.
Everyone turned to look at the source of the sound, only to see an old man in hemp clothes floating like a ghost from the distant forest.
They were all on the platform at the moment, and there was a cliff several dozen meters high from the forest below. The old man was stepping on a treetop like a weightless feather, with his toes touching the treetop. When he reached the foot of the cliff, he made an unreasonable leap and easily jumped onto the platform.
Seeing this, everyone shut their mouths.
The ghostly and magical light-kung skills displayed by the old man clearly showed that his martial arts were by no means mediocre.
An Jiu noticed that Lin Qingyan's face turned pale again.
She was about to say something to persuade him, but suddenly she felt a pair of eyes falling on her.
Gaze is invisible, intangible and weightless, yet people can often sense that they are being stared at, which indirectly proves that gazes may still have some different power.
The look he gave her was extremely serious.
An Jiu sat high up and had an outstanding appearance, so she naturally received a lot of attention. But those glances were like the light wind, just passing by and never attracted much attention from her.
Only this gaze was like an invisible hook or a sticky spider silk, coming from nowhere and once it fell on her, it could never be shaken off.
An Jiu looked around, but there were too many people around him and he couldn't find where the gaze was coming from.
But that person seemed to have noticed that she was looking for him, and his eyes moved maliciously back and forth over her body. The strong feeling of being watched became stronger and stronger. An Jiu even had the illusion that her whole body was being licked invisibly.
An Jiu knew in her heart who was looking at her at this moment.
She had been prepared to meet Pei Ji here, but she didn't expect that he would actually come.
Isn't he afraid of being discovered?
In the original novel, he did not appear at the duel scene. You Qianhe was an old senior who had reached the pinnacle of martial arts. If Pei Ji was not sure of defeating him, it would be impossible for him to come to such an occasion.
In the early stage, Pei Ji was really cautious and careful, and he was very cautious.
An Jiu felt complicated because she vaguely guessed why he came here.
He still didn't give up on taking her away.
How could Pei Ji allow her to continue walking around outside since she was out of his control? He had to capture her and bring her back to Qiansha Pavilion, and either drug her or imprison her, waiting for him to find the Twin Gu to save her life.
After all, she had already betrayed him, and it was a wasted move.
But it was impossible for An Jiu to go with him, at least not now.
It seems that she has to follow He Ziqing closely from now on, and it’s best not to leave him even a step.
While An Jiu was silently planning, You Qianhe had already stood opposite He Ziqing.
The old man and the young man faced each other. He Ziqing slowly drew out the long sword in his hand. It was originally an ordinary sword that had been maliciously damaged once. Later, it was carefully forged by Lin Qingyan and precious meteorite diamond was added. It flashed a bright white light as soon as it was unsheathed.
Hanging on the scabbard is a sword tassel made by Lin Qingyan, which adds a touch of liveliness to the originally simple and rustic scabbard.
In comparison, You Qianhe's sword is particularly different.
His scabbard was made of rotten wood, and the sword he drew out was covered with mottled rust marks. He didn't even sharpen the sword, but held the rusty sword and confronted He Ziqing.
He Ziqing gritted his teeth and said, "Senior, please teach me."
It's only been a dozen days since I last saw you, and You Qianhe looks even older, like a real old man.
You Qianhe lowered his head, his gray hair fluttering in the wind. He stroked the blade with his fingertips and said in a nostalgic tone: "My sword has not been unsheathed for many years. It is called Han Shang."
He Ziqing said: "This sword is called Qingying."
This sword originally had no name, and He Ziqing was not the kind of swordsman who was obsessed with swords. He just bought the sword for a few taels of silver at the blacksmith shop. He had originally planned to spend more money to ask for a good sword at the Sword-Forging Villa after he became famous.
Later, the sword broke, and Lin Qingyan took great pains to forge a sword for him overnight. He Ziqing then gave the reforged sword a name.
Why was he called Qingying? It was because on the day he got the sword, the girl’s figure was reflected on the brand new white blade, and he suddenly felt inspired.
You Qianhe suddenly said: "You have made a breakthrough."
As fellow practitioners of swordsmanship, You Qianhe was naturally sensitive to He Ziqing's aura. He had vaguely sensed it just now, and now it was completely confirmed.
The aura of the young swordsman was different from the last time he saw him. It was more restrained and heavy. The sword path that had originally been aimless and blank suddenly found a way.
You Qianhe looked at He Ziqing carefully: "What is your sword art?"
He Ziqing said: "It's love."
You Qianhe was stunned, and laughed after a long while: "It's actually love! It's actually using love to enter the sword path!"
He laughed so hard that tears were about to come out, and his head of white hair looked even more haggard under the shining sunlight.
"I didn't know there was a sword of love... Never mind, just let me see what this sword of love looks like!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he swung his sword.
When top masters fight, a single move often determines life or death.
When He Ziqing first came out of seclusion, he was a first-rate martial arts master. Now he has found his own way and made further progress. He has become a top master, but he is still one step behind You Qianhe.
What is lacking is not the skills, but the accumulation of years.
You Qianhe naturally understood this principle, so he suppressed his internal strength and only competed with He Ziqing with swordsmanship.
This sword was plain and simple, very different from the sword moves of the Sword God in previous rumors, but He Ziqing saw countless swords in it.
It was a sword that condensed You Qianhe's decades of swordsmanship achievements, and was by no means as simple as it looked to others.
Among the onlookers, those with mediocre martial arts skills could not see much, but some swordsmen who were accomplished in kendo did see some clues. The better the kendo skills, the more fascinated they were by the show. There were even a few kendo masters who entered a state of meditation on the spot and gained insights from it.
He Ziqing had a solemn expression on his face, and he swung the Qingying sword dozens of times in a row. His movements were extremely fast, and it only took a moment for him to swing dozens of swords.
South China Sea bright sand was added to the Qingying Sword. The bright sand condensed on the surface of the cold iron, like pieces of transparent colored glass, reflecting the scorching sunlight and emitting pieces of snow-white light.
For a moment, the sword shadows in the field were like skylight, wrapping around the young swordsman, making him look like a god.
A strong sword energy surrounded the two of them, and sand and rocks flew in the field, with a bright white light.
An Jiu is a completely ordinary person. Not to mention understanding it, even a glance at it would make him blinded by the wind and sand.
She rubbed her eyes that were filled with sand, and heard bursts of suppressed exclamations from the people around her, followed by crackling sounds. She didn't know how they could make such a big noise just by fighting with swords.
The world of martial arts is really so unscientific, isn’t it?
Before An Jiu had finished rubbing his eyes, he heard an old voice slowly say, "I saw it. So this is what the Sword of Love looks like."
"Boy, I will give you this sword. Please bury it together with your master's sword. This is my last wish..."
As he was talking, the sound gradually died down, and then there was a thud as if something heavy had fallen to the ground.
Even if An Jiu didn't see it, he knew that He Ziqing won.
It seems simple, and it is indeed simple.
Anyway, that's what's written in the book. After all, he's the male protagonist, so it's not easy to give him the golden finger openly, so he had to give it secretly like this.
"Anjiu, Brother He won! Brother He won!"
Her arm was suddenly grabbed. Anjiu blinked, and the sand was probably washed away by her tears.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Lin Qingyan's surprised face. Seeing her smiling happily, An Jiu couldn't help laughing too.
"Well, Brother He won, that's great."
The more powerful He Ziqing is, the better he can protect her.
An Jiu said this with great sincerity.
Before she finished her words, a pair of eyes were fixed on her face, as if he wanted to skin her alive and eat her. Even from a long distance, An Jiu could vaguely sense the anger in that gaze.
An Jiu subconsciously wanted to restrain himself a little, but then he remembered something and raised his lips even more, smiling like a flower.
He Ziqing fought against the sword god You Qianhe and won!
This news spread throughout the martial arts world as fast as wings, and He Ziqing's reputation soared. He quickly became a famous hero in the martial arts world, and was comparable to the Huashan Green Water Sword, and was close to being the number one kendo master.
However, the ups and downs and fame in the outside world did not affect He Ziqing.
After the decisive battle, he brought Lin Qingyan and An Jiu to You Qianhe's cabin.
After watching the fun, all the people from the martial arts world left. Some of them didn't want to leave and wanted to find He Ziqing to exchange martial arts or ask for advice. He Ziqing ignored them all and quietly led the two of them away from the crowd, away from the eyes and ears of the crowd.
Although he defeated You Qianhe, he didn't look very happy.
Others may not be able to see it, but how could He Ziqing, the person involved, not understand that You Qianhe had already made up his mind to die?
He felt that his victory was unfair, and the sense of accomplishment he had gained from winning was gone.
Lin Qingyan had been comforting him in a soft voice all the way. With the beauty's comfort, He Ziqing naturally felt much better. When they arrived at the cabin, He Ziqing had returned to normal and was no longer expressionless and stern.
He Ziqing came here to collect You Qianhe's belongings and bury his body.
No matter what, You Qianhe is his nominal master after all, and this relationship cannot be ignored.
He Ziqing dug a hole behind the hut, buried You Qianhe, and erected a tombstone. The final resting place of a sword god was such a simple little earthen grave.
When digging the pit, he insisted on doing it alone.
Seeing that the sun was getting higher in the sky, Lin Qingyan asked An Jiu to go out with her. She went hunting, and asked An Jiu to pick up firewood around while they prepared to have lunch.
An Jiu agreed with a smile despite the gaze that almost burned his back.
She walked into the dense forest, and could no longer see Lin Qingyan and He Ziqing. She pretended to bend down to pick up firewood, and out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of a dark corner of clothes.
An Jiu raised his head quickly and instantly met a pair of dark eyes.
Those eyes were extremely deep, like two bottomless pools. Once you looked into them, you would fall into them and never see the light of day again.
Danger visible to the naked eye.
An Jiu subconsciously opened her mouth and was about to scream, but the next second the man quickly approached her, and her body suddenly lost strength, her whole body became limp, and her limbs were no longer controlled by her mind.
Damn it, using medicine again!
What the original book said is correct. Pei Ji, this sinister villain, likes to use these despicable means no matter how high his martial arts skills are.
An Jiu complained in his heart and fell down. A pair of strong arms held his waist and he fell into a hard embrace.
"You..." She opened her mouth with difficulty and uttered a breath.
The man holding her was dressed in black, with a silver mask on his face, his black hair hanging down behind him, and his narrow black eyes narrowed dangerously.
His fingertips were slender and emitting a burning temperature. He pinched the girl's chin and lifted her face, leaving a slightly red mark on her fair and delicate skin.
Looking at the red marks, he remembered the marks he left on her body last time. Unfortunately, the marks were too shallow and disappeared in just a few days.
He wanted to leave a mark on her that would never fade away.
This thought suddenly flashed through her mind. The man applied force with his fingertips, and the red marks on the skin became more obvious. The girl frowned, and tears flashed in her beautiful eyes.
This hurt her.
The man in black reduced his strength almost reflexively.
Seeing the girl's brows relax slightly, the man's eyes flashed with a hint of regret.
After the regret, there will be greater dissatisfaction and anger.
I don’t know who it is for.
The man didn't have time to think about it. His hot fingertips rolled over the corners of the girl's eyes. There was still a little bit of red left in the corners of her eyes. That was because the girl had cried for He Ziqing not long ago.
Ignoring the girl's trembling eyelashes, he rubbed her peach-petal-like blush heavily, leaned over to the girl's ear, and whispered, "I saw you crying for He Ziqing just now, didn't you? Are you so worried about him? Afraid that he'd die?"
An Jiu couldn't speak or move at this moment, and was held by him like a puppet. There was a big tree behind the two of them. They were actually not far from where He Ziqing was, so the man didn't dare to act rashly.
He Ziqing's martial arts had improved further, and he had just absorbed the Bodhi seed. Even if he absorbed the entire Bodhi seed, he could not beat He Ziqing, a martial arts genius with a natural sword bone, so he could not take her away at all.
Pei Ji himself didn't know why he would risk being discovered and appear in front of her.
There was just an impulse in his heart that urged him to do this stupid and reckless thing.
He knew logically that this was a stupid thing to do, but he came anyway.
The girl's eyelashes trembled, because it was uncomfortable from being rubbed, or maybe it was because of fear in her heart, her eyes gradually became moist and filled with tears.
She was held in his arms, leaning against a big tree behind her. Not far away was He Ziqing who was digging a hole.
Pei Ji suddenly felt a secret sense of pleasure in his heart.
The girl's lips moved, and she uttered a tiny sound with difficulty: "No..."
No what? Don't? Or not?
Of course not, he saw it with his own eyes. As soon as He Ziqing showed signs of losing, her eyes turned red and she covered her eyes, not daring to look.
After He Ziqing won, she was so happy again.
"You're still lying to me, you fickle woman. Just a few days ago, you were flirting with the monk from Wuyin Temple, and now you're inseparable from He Ziqing. Are you really that dependent on men?"
He spoke softly as he spoke, and although his tone was disdainful, his dark eyes were filled with raging rage.
Pei Ji himself did not realize the strong sourness in his words. It sounded like a replica of a complaining wife, complaining about her husband?
An Jiu wanted to laugh when he heard this, but his face turned pale and he kept shaking his head, tears streaming down his face.
The beauty was shedding tears, her eyes and eyebrows were red, any man seeing this would feel pity.
Pei Ji felt a sense of pleasure in his heart.
But that’s not enough.
The man pinched the girl's chin again, turned her face away, pulled her to find a gap between the branches, and asked her to look at the young man who was grunting and digging a hole not far away.
"Have you seen him? Are you expecting him to come and rescue you?"
He lowered his voice very low, almost speaking into Anjiu's ear. His low voice was slightly hoarse, like the friction of sandpaper, and the grainy tone was full of sexy and seductive meaning.
Anjiu's ears turned red instantly, as crystal clear as blood jade.
The man's dark eyes darkened as he stared at the small crimson earlobe, recalling a long time ago when he had put it in his mouth, biting it repeatedly to taste it.
A burning sensation struck his heart, the man raised his thin lips suddenly, and a hint of evil flashed between his brows.
Unfortunately, it was covered by the mask and Anjiu couldn’t see it.
An Jiu only saw the corners of his lips curled up, and his face suddenly buried. At the same time, several blood vessels on his body were gently tapped.
The familiar super-sensitive senses came, and then a hot palm covered her lips.
The man put his arms around her waist from behind, holding her tightly in his arms, facing the direction of He Ziqing.
In front of them was He Ziqing, who had his back to the two of them and was unaware of anything.
Behind her was the scorching heat of the man that was about to burn her.
The fiery lips and tongue that spread across her ears stirred up a wave that almost destroyed her, drowning the helpless girl in the sea of desire.
The girl couldn't shout out, even her uncontrollable and broken moans were blocked in her throat, and she couldn't make a sound.
The waves rushing through her limbs and bones turned into another kind of liquid flowing out. The corners of the girl's eyes were as red as peach blossoms in full bloom. She couldn't hold back her tears and overflowed from her eyes, rolling down her cheeks and wetting the slender white fingertips covering her lips.
The man behind him was not moved at all.
My heart is as hard as iron, nothing more than this.
Along with the heat from his breath, a low and hoarse voice drilled into his eardrums: "Even if you find a backer, what can you do? How can he save you?"
After he finished speaking, as if to prove something, he increased the pressure on his lips, causing the girl to tremble uncontrollably.
"Does he know what's going on with you? He doesn't."
The man played with the soft red jade between his lips and tongue, while his fingers were always pinching the girl's face, making her look at the young swordsman not far away.
He would glance at He Ziqing from time to time, especially when he saw the girl trembling in his arms, while the man she loved knew nothing about it, the anger in his heart would be soothed a little.
"Why can't you just behave? Look at the men you picked, how can you trust them? What have I done wrong to you? Are you going to betray me?"
At the end, the man's voice became lower and hoarse, and as if to vent his anger, he bit the girl's earlobe, which was red, swollen and translucent like a berry, which immediately caused the girl to tremble more violently, like a young bird with withered feathers in the cold wind, and the tears that flowed down wet his palms.
Seeing that the girl's delicate skin would be broken if they continued playing, the man finally stopped with a sense of unfulfilled desire.
An Jiu finally gathered up some strength, seized the opportunity, took a step back, and stepped on a dead branch on the ground.
You bastard, you pervert, go to hell!!!
She had no strength now, but her body still had weight, and when one person's weight fell on the dead branches, the branches made a crackling sound.
He Ziqing, who was digging a hole in front, paused and looked back subconsciously.
"Anjiu?"
The author has something to say:
I can't bear to torture the heroine, this is the most tortured thing, I undo the poison and let the heroine shiver under her super sensitive physique, it won't hurt at all!!! So don't say I torture the heroine, I am really different from those who kill the heroine's whole family, make the heroine lose her hands and feet, miscarry, go blind and jump off the building. Ugh qaq
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