the enlightener says

"It shouldn't...it shouldn't..." He whispered to himself.

But I couldn't figure out what happened, why did everyone in the oil shop die?It seems that within one day, he experienced two consecutive death witnesses, but he still doesn't know who killed them and why.

His mind was in a mess, and he just wanted to find a quiet place where no one was there to hide.It was too complicated, all of this was completely separated from his old life, and after only two days in Jianye City, he suddenly began to miss those amiable uncles and aunts in Daoxiang Village, as well as those children who were younger than him.

But, he stopped suddenly.

He wanted to find a quiet place where no one was there.Strictly speaking, the street is quiet and deserted.

Except... that blind old man and his erhu sound.

The blind old man was still sitting on the small bench with a calm expression, as if all the outside things had nothing to do with him, and he only played on his erhu wholeheartedly.On his hand full of age spots, the muscles are not shrunk like wood sticks like ordinary old people, but very tight, and the tiger's mouth is full of calluses.

The sound of the erhu suddenly tightened, but the original aloof aura had become murderous!

Qin Ke's complexion changed, and he didn't give himself time to think at all. When he stomped his legs, he suddenly backed away!

And on the floor in front of him, a small handleless sword about one foot long and four inches wide sank deeply into the ground, showing its sharp edge.

Qin Ke slammed his backwards against the door of the oil shop, and with a bang, the old door fell down under this force.

Qin Ke rolled on the ground a few times in embarrassment, feeling a sticky feeling between his fingers.

He knew that it was the blood flowing from the corpse.And there was a slight sound of wind in the air, followed by the sound of a sharp weapon piercing through the wood, and in the blink of an eye, the little sword had already rushed towards him!

In the darkness, Qin Ke was rolling like a lame mangy dog ​​on the side of the road, his mind was full of words scolding himself for being stupid.

On a deserted street, it is surprising that there is such a blind old man, why didn't I notice its old and unworn skin and his breath that is much longer than ordinary people?

The small sword passed by his ear, the howling wind hit his eardrum, and a drop of blood slowly dripped down the small wound on his earlobe. He reached out to touch his dagger at his waist, but found nothing. , only the cowhide dagger coat was left around his waist, but there was no trace of the dagger.

Only then did Qin Ke remember that after he dropped the dagger in the cellar, he forgot to pick it up.

Of course, under the circumstances at that time, he had no time to pick up the dagger that had accompanied him for many years, but just like this, he became more and more embarrassed when facing the erratic little sword in the air.

The sound of the erhu penetrated into the oil shop, and the little sword drew deadly straight lines in the air like a living thing. Qin Ke rolled again, reached out to touch the overturned bench, and threw it out viciously. , hit the oncoming small sword.

The wooden bench was instantly pierced by the sharp little sword, and the legs of the stool also broke after the sharp point, and fell to the ground with a bang.Although the little sword pierced through the bench with sufficient sharpness, it also deviated from the direction because of this, and spun into the counter, making a sound of piercing the wood.

The oil shop has two floors, and the stairs are not far from the counter, where the goods are usually placed.Qin Ke stood up, his whole body was surging with qi and blood, his breathing was like thunder, and a mass of strength accumulated in his belly, and in a sudden leap, he jumped onto the wooden ladder and ran frantically upstairs.

The sound of the erhu changed from whimpering to murderous again, and then there was another sound of piercing through the air. The small sword without a handle pierced through the counter, and then through the corpse of the shopkeeper lying on it, but because of the extremely fast speed, the blood on it was thrown off. , chasing Qin Ke away.

Qin Ke took a breath, jumped down suddenly, climbed up again, and the whole person just landed on the floor of the second floor, followed by a puffing sound, obviously the small sword without a handle can penetrate Surprising, but not very flexible to turn in the middle.This reassured Qin Ke a little.

"At least compared to Xuanweizi, this one should be able to hide..." Qin Ke thought of Wang Xuanwei's overwhelming Xuanweizi. Although those insects have life, they can change as they like under Wang Xuanwei's control. The spirit of cultivation, but the blind old man is still a little bit far from the Mohist General Wang Xuanwei.

But Qin Ke's face immediately changed - the blind old man's cultivation could not stand side by side with Wang Xuanwei, and he was also not a master like Gao Changgong!As he raised his leg and then took a step back, the little sword actually broke through from bottom to top along the ceiling, only an inch away from the tip of his nose.

If it wasn't for the fact that his Xunfeng Art has been quietly unfolded and caught its piercing sound, I'm afraid he would have been pierced by the little sword to the point of chills.

And the little sword passed Qin Ke's nose, made a sharp sound, and penetrated the roof.The tiles that had been cut in half couldn't stay on the roof, and fell down with the dust, falling into four pieces on the floor.

The sound of the erhu gradually sank, but Qin Ke couldn't relax his heart.The wind vision allowed him to feel the lightning-fast action of the small sword without a handle in the air even through the roof, but he didn't know why it didn't attack in a hurry.

Qin Ke looked around. This is the second floor where the goods are stored. On the cabinets placed all around are neatly lined up oil urns made of clay, with a big word "oil" written on it with a thick brush.

Just looking at it like this, this oily font is upright, vigorous and powerful, with a bit of the demeanor of a master of calligraphy.

However, at this moment, a pale edge appeared in the word "oil"!

Accompanied by a few splashes of tiles and oil droplets, Qin Ke's whole body seemed to have been punched severely in the face, and he fell back decisively.

The oil urn was shattered, and the fragrant rapeseed oil inside surged out crazily along the fist-sized opening, clung to the shelf viscously, and dripped to the ground.

And Qin Ke heard the wind, and when he fell to the ground just now, he slapped his palms on the ground suddenly, and his whole body was shocked!

He just lay there, but rose into the sky!

The little sword whizzed past his back, broke through the wooden wall again, and disappeared without a trace.

Qin Ke took a breath, and struggled to get up from the ground, the oil gradually spread on the soles of his boots, making him feel extremely uncomfortable under his feet.

His ears moved slightly, and the whistling wind sound came again!

Although Qin Ke didn't see the shape of the little sword, a silent and invisible world had already formed in his mind. He closed his eyes, frowned, raised his leg and kicked on the cabinet!

The little sword was quietly coming out from the side of the cabinet at this moment, but the oil pots full of oil on the cabinet that was kicked over by Qin Ke's kick were pressed down heavily, and the viscous oil was even more stained. The sharpness of the small sword.

The sound of the erhu stopped suddenly.

Chapter 62 Get Out

Outside the oil shop, the blind old man sitting on a small bench opened his eyes, and looked at the window on the second floor of the oil shop with pale whites.

Inside, Qin Ke's figure was faintly visible.

"Can you actually perceive the position of the sword in advance?" The blind old man spoke slowly, his voice was not very pleasant, low and rough, like two rough stones rubbing against each other.

He frowned, lowered his head, played the strings of the erhu with his left hand, and held the bow in his right hand. He froze for a long time, as if he was thinking about something and preparing for something.

Qin Ke looked at the little sword trembling in the oil but was immobilized by the cabinet, silent for a moment, and looked out the window with some doubts.

The blind old man inhaled slowly and drew his bow!

The bow and the straight string of the erhu bite in an instant, making a sharp sound like an awl!

And the original tremor of the small sword under the cabinet seemed to be magnified countless times, the oil urn trembled and then shattered, and the spinning little sword cut through the wooden cabinet, like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole!

The wooden wall on the second floor of the oil shop shattered suddenly, and among the countless wooden fragments, Qin Ke folded his hands in front of his chest, but there was a small opening on his forehead cut by the splashing fragments.Qin Ke felt the headache on his forehead, but he also knew that the more urgent reminder was still chasing after him relentlessly.

In mid-air, he turned his body, and in his left hand was a pile of fragments of the oil urn he had just picked up, while Qin Ke picked up a piece from it with his right hand, and threw it with all his might!

The clay piece of the oil urn was hard and heavy, but to Xiaojian, it was still as easily cut as fragile tofu.Looking at the menacing little sword, Qin Ke's heart beat as fast as a drum.

"Calm down...Calm down...don't be afraid..." Qin Ke said to himself.

While speaking, he exerted force again in his hand, and a piece of urn flew out again!Only this time, when Qin Ke was throwing out the urn pieces, he kept his hands open and closed, and threw out the pile of urn pieces in his left hand one by one!

The five pieces of broken urns are connected one after another, like continuous jets.And Xiaojian showed his sharpness, no matter how many pieces of urn were in front of him, he still flew resolutely, like a moth to a flame.

The first piece of broken urn hit the tip of the little sword, and there was only a soft "chi" sound, and the broken urn was cut in half, and the pieces fell like falling leaves.And the second piece, the third piece, and the fourth piece followed, each time, these pieces made of clay were torn apart in front of the little sword.

It's just that Qin Ke's eyes lit up, when the little sword was only a few feet away from him, the fifth fragment finally hit the spine of the little sword!

The thick and heavy fragments carried great power under Qin Ke's throwing, and the blind old man controlled the small sword with his mind. Although it was as fast as lightning and unpredictable, it still lacked some of the power of a warrior holding a sword.

With a clanging sound, the fragments bounced off due to the force attached to the little sword, but the little sword itself wobbled, like a fledgling bird that was just learning to fly, lost its direction, and suddenly fell into the lake beside the street among.

"I'll just knock you out..." Qin Ke murmured, he still had the last piece of urn in his hand, and the oil stained on it made his fingers a little greasy, but it still didn't slip at all, but if he wanted to kill someone, he There are some lumps in my heart.

Afterwards, he took a deep breath, and the shattered urn left his palm and roared through the air, heading straight for the blind old man's head!

The blind old man still lowered his head. Originally, with his eyes, even if he wanted to see the broken urn, it was impossible for him to see the broken urn, but at this moment, the small sword without a handle fell into the water without a sound. No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't avoid it. of.

And the practitioners who practice spirituality are physically weak after all. If they really get hit by Qin Ke, even if they don't faint on the spot, they probably won't have the strength to move their natal sword again.

Therefore, the victory or defeat between ordinary warriors and spiritual practitioners often lies in the distance.If Wang Xuanwei was approached by Gao Changgong, even if he was at a high level, he could only be pierced by a fine steel spear.And if Gao Changgong just sticks to the spot, he will be consumed by Xuanweizi sooner or later.

Seeing the tiles approaching the blind old man, Qin Ke relaxed inexplicably.

There are ripples in the water like a carp wagging its tail, rippling away round and round.The rickety and thin body of the blind old man did not move, he was still pulling the erhu wholeheartedly, even though the fragment was no more than a foot away from him.

The sound of the erhu suddenly stopped.

Just when Qin Ke's heart finally fell to the ground, he found that his heart was falling rather than falling to the ground.

The blind old man suddenly pressed the string with his left hand and pulled it hard!

The hands of the blind old man can be said to be merciless. The strings are nearly half a foot wide when they are pulled apart. I don’t know what material the strings on the erhu are made of. None broke.

The slender strings were deeply strangled in the palm of the blind old man, and even bit into the skin, oozing some blood.

The blind old man didn't seem to feel the pain, he let go and let the strings bounce back suddenly!

In the sound of "collapse", there was an invisible vigor surging out from the blind old man's body, and it forcibly lay between the broken urn piece and his head!

The shattered urn slammed into the invisible force, as if it had hit a soft wall. Although it still maintained its determination to move forward at the beginning, it soon gained strength. It slowly dissipated within this soft force, until finally, this piece of rotating broken urn was already stuck in a quagmire, unable to advance an inch.

"I...forgot about this!" Qin Ke's mind suddenly recalled the scene of Wang Xuanwei setting up several invisible barriers in front of him when he stared at Gao Changgong.Although compared with the speed and number of Xuanweizi, the vigor of the blind old man was more than a bit weaker, but it still disappointed Qin Ke's expectations.

The blind old man reached out his hand, and with just a light shake, he grasped the broken urn slowly moving in mid-air, turned his head, "looked" at Qin Ke, and said: "The person who can get close to me Not much, this little brother is so young, yet he has such cultivation, I admire this old man."

"I admire you!" Qin Ke stared wide-eyed, turned his eyes up and down, and shouted shortly, "Farewell!" Then he ran away.

The blind old man obviously did not expect Qin Ke to do this. In his opinion, since Qin Ke is not a weak practitioner, he will naturally have the integrity or pride of a practitioner, so that he will not run away in embarrassment like a mouse. .

Of course, this is also because of his influence in the environment of Jianye City. If he is a member of Daoxiang Village, he will know that Qin Ke does not feel that he is a glorious practitioner at all, nor does he feel that he should have any pride .

He is just a young man who likes to blow the wind in the field, and he is not a general or prince. In his opinion, it is a very stupid behavior to give away his life for such a little spirit.

The blind old man was stunned for a while, then frowned, sensing Qin Ke's position, and between raising and pulling the erhu in his hand, the sound of whimpering sounded again.

A moment later, the small sword without a handle came out through the water, splashing countless drops of water, chasing towards Qin Ke like an arrow!

Since Qin Ke ran away, it was naturally impossible for him to point his ass at the blind old man and think nothing of it.Even now, the wind vision of Xunfeng Art can continue to work, becoming a pair of eyes in the back of his head.

The little sword pierced through the air, and Qin Ke had already sensed it in his heart. Relying on his body's keen reaction, he made another move, and suddenly threw something from his hand!

This is the bamboo slip that he has been hiding in his arms. Although the slip is not a sharp weapon, it has enough weight to roll it up and throw it out. It is hardly weaker than a hard stone.

The piercing route of the small sword was as straight as a string, without any bend, and because of this, it was much easier for Qin Ke to aim.

With the sound of a collision, the spine of the little sword was hit again, and it fluttered to the ground.

Qin Ke let out a breath, feeling his body covered in cold sweat. Even though it was easy to figure out the route of the little sword this time, he only had one chance to use his mobile phone. Just this one time, it was still very difficult to hit the spine of the little sword.Fortunately, the result was better than he imagined.

Seeing the little sword struggling unwillingly on the ground, and the sound of the erhu becoming more and more sharp, Qin Ke knew that this was the last chance for him. Thinking of this, he suddenly accelerated, and the whole person rushed into the corner of the street, and his figure flashed passed away.

The blind old man was holding the erhu, and walked towards Qin Ke while pulling the bowstring, while the trembling little sword on the ground also stabilized in such a sound, while fluttering, shining brightly, turning slowly, It seems to be looking for the direction and target of the sword.

His thick lips are tightly closed, and his blind eyes are constantly beating within the eyelids. Unlike warriors, their way of cultivation determines that they cannot have such powerful hearing, but the difference is that they can use their spirit Sensing the airflow in the air to track a person's tracks, but after a long time, he frowned.

"It just disappeared like that?" The blind old man asked strangely, and then his eyes fell on the scattered bamboo slips that collided with the small sword on the ground, and he remained silent.

Chapter 63 Wanted Bounty

"Old blind man." After about half a stick of incense, the man in white who was killing people in the cellar relaxed and freehand came from the other side of the river. In the wind, his black hair fluttered like a waterfall, looking very chic.

The blind old man stood there without saying a word, as if he didn't have a good impression of the man in white.

The man in white stretched out his hand to pick up the bamboo slips on the ground, after putting them together and looking at them, he asked in a daze, ""Wu Guo Tong Jian"?"

The blind old man turned his white eyes to the man in white again, and said, "Isn't it a list?"

The man in white was a little annoyed: "How can I lie to you? These bamboo slips are just old books that can be bought for a dozen baht on the market. What kind of list can it be?"

The blind old man was silent, looking at the corner where Qin Ke disappeared, as if he was recalling something.

The man in white looked at the blind old man and asked, "What happened just now?"

The blind old man shook his head: "I ran away."

The man in white was taken aback. He thought that there should be no problem with the blind old man guarding this side, but it happened that there was an almost fatal problem in this most unlikely place to go wrong.He said with an ugly face: "It's just a doll, can it escape from your hands?"

"His cultivation is not bad." The blind old man replied, "We are on equal footing with you."

The man in white vaguely sensed the thorn in the blind old man's words, and retorted: "The cultivation is not bad? Among the practitioners you have killed, are there not many people with good cultivation? What's more, with my cultivation, it is impossible Escape from your flying sword?"

"I don't know how he escaped." The blind old man said softly, "But since you have seen this child and let him go, I'm afraid you won't be able to get away with it."

"You..." The man in white was choked up, he hadn't thought about it, but at this moment, he had to recall his promise to that lord, if he completes the task, he will naturally enjoy endless glory and wealth, But if it fails...

"Martial law search, no matter what, we must find out this mouse." The man in white gritted his teeth.

Within a few days, a shocking news came out of the east city of Jianye City, like a huge stone being thrown into the water, causing a thousand waves of waves: Pang Hu, the leader of the Ichthyosaur Gang in the east of the city, had his home stolen!

Although this incident was far less sensational than the Jingwu War God Gao Changgong who led four thousand Qingzhou ghost riders into the city in a white robe, at least the Chengdong Yulong Gang has developed smoothly in recent years, and the gang leader Pang Hu The reputation has already spread in the market, and it can be regarded as giving many people something to talk about after dinner.

And in an inn in the east of the city, countless people drinking tea and eating guests were unwilling to be lonely, and while avoiding the noon sun, they talked about this matter in the inn.

As the tea on the table was slapped and spilled out of the tea bowl, a tall and thin customer said proudly: "Hey, what do you think? I didn't really believe it at first, but I went to my aunt's house last night Brother, that is, my brother-in-law's classmate and friend asked, the recent news that the fish and dragon gang leader Pang Hu was stolen turned out to be true!"

"Come on, if it's your mother-in-law, your brother-in-law, or your brother-in-law's classmate and friend, you can blow it up and blow it up!"

The tall and thin guest had a complacent expression on his face, but after being bumped, he immediately felt ashamed and turned into anger, "I'm telling the truth, believe it or not! My brother-in-law's classmate and friend are in the Yulong Gang Be the head of the hall! Now in the Yulong Gang, several groups of people take turns to go up to question suspicious people when they see suspicious people on the street, and my brother-in-law has not been home for three days!"

He shouted very loudly, and most of the people in the inn naturally heard it, and someone teased: "Then tell me, what happened to Pang Hu, the head of the Fish and Dragon Gang? I know that there are four members of the Fish and Dragon Gang. Every one of the priests has a high level of cultivation, and there is a blind priest who lives in his house, what kind of thief can go in and steal things? Could it be that the current cultivators have been reduced to being thieves?"

"Hehe. You don't know anything about this." The tall and thin guest intentionally whetted everyone's appetites, uttering almost word for word, "If it's about stealing money or something, practitioners will lose their status if they do it." , but what if he didn’t lose money?”

"Isn't it silver?" Someone questioned, "Isn't there a thief who doesn't steal money?"

"Hey! This man has a good idea." The tall and thin guest stepped on the bench with one leg, patted his thigh and said, "I heard that this little thief entered Pang Hu's house and stole a scroll of letters. It is said that it is the cultivation method of the blind master of the Fish and Dragon Gang! What kind of person is the blind master? Although he is blind, his strength is also one of the best in the Fish and Dragon Gang. If he can steal his exercises, maybe he can Learn one and a half moves, and you will benefit endlessly."