Being too ferocious because of caution

Chapter 317 "How can the evil man with the sword be nameless?" Enter the game

at night.

Lantern tent and candle curtain.

Su Qingyao stood by the window, looking out at the moonlit night, her brows furrowed.

Suddenly the candlelight flickered, and she turned her face to look at Zhao Yi, who was resting on the bed with his eyes closed, and couldn't help but say:

"Leader...that guy next door, is he really my father?"

Zhao Yi replied:

"Replacement guaranteed."

Su Qingyao shook her head:

"But he looks really stupid."

"Mediocre martial arts, reckless actions..."

"I knew clearly that King Qi wanted to kill him, but he didn't even try it before eating or drinking. I really don't know how he survived until now..."

Zhao opened his eyes and looked at the wooden board on the bed quietly.

"Anyone who can tell you easily is not a smart person."

"The King of Qi is plotting against your father, and your father... is also plotting against the King of Qi."

Su Qingyao's eyes widened when she heard this.

"My father is plotting against King Qi?"

Zhao Yi explained:

"In this game of chess, King Qi holds the black piece, and your father holds the white piece."

"King Qi wants to destroy a sunspot and make room for himself."

"And your father... wants to save that sunspot."

"So, your father is not really escaping from King Qi's pursuit, but... seeking death."

"Die in the right way at the right time."

"Only your father can win this game of chess."

Su Qingyao was confused by what Zhao Yi said.

"My father is dead...can he win?"

Zhao Daodao:

"right."

"What we have to do is make your father lose this game."

"And... we can't let King Qi win."

Su Qingyao's eyes lit up slightly:

"Leader, what should we do?"

Zhao Yi closed his eyes and did not answer Su Qingyao.

"Let's talk again."

…

next door.

Su Xingcan lay down with his clothes on and carefully took out a sword manual from his clothes.

Submit a letter - Thirteen kills in Tianzi!

His eyes remained on the sword manual, but his memories gradually faded into the distance.

…

Ruined temple, rainy night.

Liquor.

Green clothes are like mountains, white clothes are like snow.

The two of them were drunk, so they sat under the eaves, holding wine jars in their hands, and watched the storm together.

The raindrops splashed among the weeds and soaked into the mud silently.

Behind the temple is the river.

There is spring tide and rain.

But there is no one in Yedu.

"One end is for gratitude, the other is resentment... What can I ask for after death?"

Fan Qingxue sighed with emotion, and the sharpness in his eyes disappeared.

It turned into a fog.

"These jars of wine are not bad... I will also give you a sword manual."

"In this way, I only owe you the glass of wine at Yangchun Tower."

He took out a simple sword manual from his arms and threw it to Su Xingcan like an ordinary object.

Su Xingcan took it and said with a drunken smile:

"How many people in the world want this peerless sword manual, and you just give it to me?"

Fan Qingxue also smiled coldly:

"It's a coincidence that you don't practice swordsmanship. To you, this sword manual... is no different than toilet paper."

Su Xingcan put away the sword manual.

"Did you make your own?"

"right."

"What's your name?"

"Thirteen kills in Tianzi."

"Which thirteen kills?"

"Spring breeze, willows, glaciers, iron horses..."

Fan Qingxue was drunk, but she still read it accurately.

"... Qingcheng, coming from the west, flying immortal."

"In the world, Hongyu and I are the only two people who can kill the Thirteen Heavenly Characters."

"I passed on twelve swords to her and kept one."

Su Xingcan burped and said dissatisfiedly:

"Why is such a wonderful swordsmanship not passed down?"

Fan Qingxue:

"Because the last sword... was too cold."

"Colder than you?"

Fan Qingxue did not answer and only said:

"When I give you another glass of wine, I will send you to death."

Su Xingcan smiled:

"Prince Qi... still can't tolerate me after all."

"What a pity!"

"He can't tolerate me, and he can't tolerate you either."

"If I walk slower on Huangquan Road... maybe I can still wait for you."

Fan Qingxue was silent for a long time, looking at the rain splashing in the mud puddle in front of her, and said calmly:

"It doesn't matter."

"My life...is originally his."

He got up.

The clothes that were usually as white as snow were stained with a lot of mud this time.

Fan Qingxue staggered and prepared to leave.

Su Xingcan suddenly grabbed his cold hand.

——The hand that holds the sword.

Fan Qingxue turned around, her eyes suddenly sharp:

"Do you know... you are doing something very dangerous?"

"If I had a sword in my hand now, you would be a dead man."

Su Xingcan was noncommittal, raised the corner of his mouth, and said with a confident smile:

"Not only do you owe me a glass of wine now, but you will also owe me your life soon."

Fan Qingxue frowned slightly.

He shook off Su Xingcan's hand and walked towards the rain curtain.

Su Xingcan looked at Fan Qingxue's hazy back and sighed:

"The cold snow in the world is better than white clothes, and only feeling is ruthless..."

…

The memory of that rainy night flickered in my eyes like the shadow of a lamp.

Su Xingcan's eyes changed from gentle to extremely sharp.

It fell on the sword spectrum again.

The Thirteen Kills of Tianzi... Fan Qingxue's original death-killing sword in this world.

Obviously only Fan Qingxue and his apprentice Hongyu can use it.

Why...

Su Qingyao too?

And judging from her performance during the day, Su Qingyao knew... more than just scratched the surface!

She really knows how to do the Thirteen Kills!

Su Xingcan's mouth curled up slightly.

Jiejiao?

Or... a conspiracy?

"In this game of chess, I don't know when and where, a new player has joined..."

"Things are getting interesting..."

PS: First update, I'll write the second update after dinner.

This story is more martial arts, and it's inevitable that it's a bit literary.

Friends who don't like it can wait for a week, because this story is not very long.

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