i have a sword fairy

Chapter 100 They are all dead

This is an old man with a serious face and meticulously combed hair.

A purple official uniform with a goldfish bag and an ivory wat in one hand.

At this point his eyes swept away.

In the next second, his eyes suddenly stopped somewhere!
There was a bloody man and a man in an embroidered robe with a blood hole in his eyebrows.

The old man's body froze suddenly, and the whole person stood there like a wax statue.

Nothing moved.

About three breaths passed.

He took a deep breath, and the priceless ivory wat in his hand slanted and fell.

He turned into a phantom, and instantly knelt beside Qin Ji who had fallen.

At this moment, the skull between Qin Ji's eyebrows shattered into a cave the size of a thumb, and blood-red liquid dripped from his eyebrows.

It was also mixed with gray-white liquid, which wetted the broken golden lock on his chest.

The old man opened his mouth silently, and then closed it slowly. He opened his hands, as if he wanted to hug the man under him, but in the end he didn't do it.

The next second, the old man hurriedly stretched out his hand to look into his sleeve and photographed a mass of milky white objects.

It was a beautiful piece of suet jade with a halo of halo.

If you look closely, you can find that this "beautiful mutton fat jade" is not a hard jade, but a mass of liquid that is as soft as water.

The old man pricked the art with his left hand, and the Confucian monks followed the words.

"The spiritual liquid is still popular when it is harvested, and the remaining milk can be extended to age."

Hand out a finger.

Qin Ji's eyebrows once again ushered in today's second finger.

As soon as the flowing "beautiful suet jade" touched his wound, it sewed up the broken skull by itself and blocked the gap.

He held his breath, reached out to touch Qin Ji's pulse, and after feeling a few breaths, he let out a slight breath.

Immediately, the old man was silent for three seconds, then turned his head abruptly the next moment.

Like a wolf looking around.

The old man who was calm and calm on weekdays, now has a rushing crown, straight eyebrows, blushing and sinews.

He got up suddenly and looked around quickly.

There are the broken limbs of a thousand iron cavalry, a stupefied man, a black-robed old man with seven orifices bleeding, and a sinister man covered in blood...

Immediately, his eyes were locked on Liu Sanbian who was beside Qin Ji.

"Wait the rat! How dare you hurt me! Damn it!"

The old man was furious, his seven orifices emitting smoke, and he reached out to photograph Liu Sanbian's corpse. His five fingers were hooked, and he firmly grasped it on the neck of a sixth-grade martial artist who had burnt out his qi and blood, but was still dying.

"Li Shida, get out of here, old man!"

The old man's voice is long, shocking.

As soon as the voice fell, two voices rushed over from the other side of Suzaku Street.

The first person was Li Shida. At this moment, his complexion was blue and white, his chest was heaving violently, and he was staggering all the way.

Gao Yi, who followed behind him, saw the old man, his feet were steady, but his teeth were chattering and his eyes were dodging.

Before walking to the front, Li Shida had already said:
"Teacher, student..."

"Shut up! The old man told you to take good care of Ji'er. Is that how you take care of him?"

Li Shida's body trembled, his footsteps stopped, he knelt heavily, clenched his teeth and bowed his head, silent like a cicada.

Qin Jianfu's eyes were filled with a lingering storm, his eyes were like knives, slashing past Li Shida and Gao Yi, and the two trembled again.

Qin Jianfu moved his nose and took a deep breath.

"Ji'er still has a chance of life, the old man is going to visit the Qingshui sect."

After the words fell, he stared at the proud disciple who was kneeling on the ground.

"Li Shida, you have disappointed this old man. This is your last chance. If Ji'er never wakes up again, you will never want to go to Siqi Academy!"

"Wait for the old man to take care of Ji'er at home, and wait for the old man to return!"

Qin Jianfu snorted coldly and left with a flick of his sleeve, turning into a long rainbow and disappearing into the horizon.

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Three days later.

evening.

Zhao Rong picked up his hands and walked along the street at a leisurely pace, passing by the North Gate of Liangjing.

During this period, he stopped a little, raised his eyelids, and glanced at the corpse of the sixth-grade martial artist who was hanged at the top of the city, hanging a hundred feet high and exposed to the sun.

At this time, after three days of lively activity, there were still many people standing and watching under the city gate.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips.

The corpse was covered in blood, and even after hanging for three days, there were still drops of black blood gathering on the toes, rhythmically falling silently.

The ground below the corpse was a shocking pool of black and red blood, a huge area, but no one cleaned it.

People are dead, but corpses are treated like this. It is conceivable how much anger is in the hearts of those who have done this.

In addition, there is another layer of purpose...

Zhao Rong turned his head nonchalantly, and looked at the people who pointed at him, and among them, some familiar figures.

These are hidden in the crowd, and he has "passed by" again and again in the past two days, and has picked them out.

Zhao Rong turned and left.

The people behind the scenes are still looking for them, trying to use Liu Sanbian's body to fish them out.

However, Zhao Rong had already changed his clothes, no longer the Confucian dress he used to wear, and he did not take Su Xiaoxiao out.

And then rely on his innate talent - unremarkable.

Hard to be recognized.

On Suzaku Street that day, Zhao Rong witnessed what happened after the arrival of the old man in official uniform.

The old man in official uniform should be the Qin Xiangguo in the mouth of the Liangjing people.

Zhao Rong walked on the road, thinking carefully.

On that day, he also met a young scholar and Gao Yi, who had been brother to Liu Sanbian a few days ago.

If there is no accident, Gao Yi is the one who betrayed the three brothers, and the magic circle that was laid in advance on Suzaku Street that day also shows this.

As for the Confucian student, he listened to Qin Jianfu's words that day, and when he learned that his name was Li Shida, he went to the market to inquire, and roughly knew the identity of this Li Shida, who was Qin Xiangguo's closest student.

It is equivalent to the staff think tank of the Qin family.

That day Qin Jianfu said that Qin Ji still had a chance to survive, which made him feel a little uneasy.

Zhao Rong bought some snacks on the street and brought them back to the inn for Su Xiaoxiao.

She was in a low mood these days and didn't eat much.

The orange sunset had already set, and darkness enveloped Liangjingcheng.

Back at the inn, Zhao Rong pushed open the door and found that Su Xiaoxiao did not light the lights, and there was a vague figure by the window.

Zhao Rong put down his things, walked to the oil lamp, and took out the fire book.

"Don't light the lights."

The little fox demon said softly.

Zhao Rong stopped when he heard the words, stood silent for a moment, walked to the window, found a stool and sat down.

At this moment, Su Xiaoxiao was hugging her legs and huddled in the chair, her side face against her knees, quietly looking at the starry sky outside the window.

She didn't tie her hair as usual, but draped her blue silk at will.

The dim light in the distance caressed her jade-like face.

"Zhao Rong, aren't you sad that someone you know has died?"

Zhao Rong's eyelids converged and he did not speak.

The little fox demon also stopped making a sound.

in the dark.

The two sat quietly for a long time.

a moment.

"They're all dead," she said.

"Who?"

"them."

Zhao Rong did not speak.

"Da Huang, the old master of the private school, the villagers of Xiahe Village, and the scholar who went to Beijing to take the exam."

The little fox demon said softly:

"They're all dead."

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