i have a sword fairy

Chapter 543 Where's My Husband?

Upstream of the Huangling Waterfall, in a small courtyard in a bamboo forest.

When the figure of the man holding the sword and the handsome girl appeared here together, the courtyard was already empty.

All that was left was the locked courtyard door, the messy courtyard that had not been completely washed away with blood, and the messy house after hastily cleaned up.

The two were silent for a moment.

Zhao Qian'er, who had just sent a flying sword for urgent transmission, calmly walked to a bloodstain in the center of the courtyard, leaned forward and knelt down.

Her face was indifferent, but her five trembling fingers were inserted into the gray dust and black congealed blood, clenched into fists, and grabbed a large handful of blood and soil.

The newly sheathed 'Thunder Thunder' in the girl's right hand now has purple and black thunder overflowing, 'flowing' all over the place.

Cover her body three feet.

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

He looked down, then got up, and looked at the girl who was shrouded in thunder behind him.

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

The man's eyes fell on the land under the girl's feet where Zhao Rong was standing when his right arm was severed. He sniffed the bloody smell in the courtyard, and concluded in a calm tone:
"He didn't die here, but...he was seriously injured, and then...maybe he was taken to another place, or...he found a glimmer of life 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.

Here, after she was teleported away, there was no trace of a real fight at all, and there was only one person's blood in the entire yard...

In other words, the disfigured old Confucian scholar was unharmed. From the beginning to the end, it was a unilateral massacre. There was no 'big accident' that could reverse the killing, and there was no trace of the attack that could pose a threat to the disfigured old Confucian scholar. ... At least not in this yard.

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 happened, after giving her all of the 'one thousand miles', he can be defeated by an old monster at the Golden Core level with his Fuyao level cultivation base. Under the nose, where to escape?

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

Even if you can find qualified guesses further down, these may be very small... These are the most normal and rational judgments.

Neither of them is a fool.

There was a moment of silence in the yard.

"He won't die."

The girl was expressionless, shook her head slightly, and stood up holding the sword.

She turned her eyes to look at the empty rooms that were hastily cleaned up around her.

The man nodded.

After three breaths, the figures of the two suddenly appeared on a path that deviates from the main road outside the bamboo forest.

Under their feet, there were two inconspicuous ruts.

heading south...

After a while.

On a certain official road leading to Hanjing, there are two bumpy carriages with rapidly rolling wheels.

The carriage never stops.

Even at this moment there are two waiting figures on the road in front of it.

A man holding a sword and an indifferent girl.

Seemingly seeing the familiar figure of a girl among them, the two carriages suddenly deviated from the official road, and the speed increased.

however.

After a few breaths.

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

Under the eyes of the man holding the sword and the indifferent girl, women, children, and old servants stepped out of the carriage...

There is no figure of a Confucian student surnamed Zhang.

"Where are people?" said the girl.

The audience was silent and 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 was trembling.

At that time, she obeyed her husband's order and went to an acquaintance's house to get food and drinks, but 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 lived with her day and night...

Beside the woman, the dull young man who copied the book a thousand times still had a dull expression.

See no one speaks.

The girl nodded, and slowly walked to the woman with her sword in hand. Looking at the wife of a Confucian scholar whom Brother Rong once told her to 'learn' with a smile, she nodded softly.

"Sister, where is my husband?"

She is very polite, like a docile Confucian wife who knows the etiquette and integrity.

If you don't look at the 'flowing' purple electricity sword in the young girl's hand.

The woman who has never disobeyed her husband opened her mouth, wanted to speak several times, but finally said timidly: "I don't know."

"Oh." The girl nodded, seeing that her expression didn't change, she just glanced around at the dull young servants beside her, "Excuse me, how about you?"

Everyone was silent or shook their heads.

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

On the field, the girl looked as usual, and continued to speak politely: "Sister, what about your husband? And that disfigured old servant who smokes dry tobacco, what about them?"

The woman bowed her head, "I don't know... I don't know."

The girl looked at the other people on the field.

They also shook their heads.

Her gaze swept across the woman, the young man and the old servants in turn.

Then, the girl who had silently muttered countless times to be the gentle and Confucian wife he liked finally laughed.

At this time, everyone on the field faintly stood side by side.

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

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

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

The lame old servant fell down.

She continued to walk towards the old servant next to her, raised her hand casually again, put her two fingers together and tapped between his eyebrows casually.

The second old servant fell down.

Before his expression could change in panic, he had already turned into a cold corpse on the ground.

The whole place was silent.

"boom."

"boom."

"boom."

There was a sound of flesh hitting the ground, like the muffled sound of sandbags wrapped in thick sacks being thrown on the ground casually.

The girl seemed to be taking a stroll in the courtyard, walking past the old servants from right to left at the edge of the crowd.

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

There is no rush or slow movement.

Wherever she passed, a cold corpse would be left under her feet.

They were no more than two steps apart, and even the directions in which the corpses fell were exactly the same.

The scene is neat and weird...

An unknown fear gradually spread on the field.

Women, young men, and the few remaining old servants trembled all over, some even fell to the ground, and some wanted to run away desperately, but found that they could not move, and there was a small purple-black sword that had been unsheathed hanging above their heads. feet.

A man in green with a sword still lowered his eyes, silently looking at the ground.

At this moment, the chuckling girl kept walking, as if she didn't notice the panic of everyone on the field.

She still walked slowly to each of the old servants, still raised her two fingers to point, and repeated these movements casually.

The girl calmly seemed to be doing something insignificant.

In the middle of the journey, she seemed to be belatedly aware of the many fearful eyes cast on her, and she stopped slightly, tilting her head to the crowd, especially the woman, and said curiously:

"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 in a soft voice. Not long ago, this girl named Qian'er was still alive and kicking in the kitchen of the small courtyard in the bamboo forest. She had a great time with them and called her "Sister Sister" for a while. , Calling those old servants "Old Man" for a while.

And the girl at this moment has not changed into a different person, she is also sending away the "old men" with a cute smile and aura...

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

But Zhao Qian'er didn't give her a chance to hesitate to answer after she finished speaking. She turned around and continued to walk in the courtyard. touch...

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

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

The girl continued to drop her fingers, and the blind old servant fell down.

Don't listen to him.

On the field, seeing this, everyone was terrified, and the last luck in most people's hearts was shattered.

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

Is she a stranger now?
maybe.

She, Zhao Qian'er, could be a smart and charming maidservant, a jealous and narrow-minded second lady, a docile, courteous, diligent and thrifty Confucian wife, or a proud daughter of the Taiqing Mansion who was looked up to by men in the mansion, or she could be She is an innocent and lovely white lotus girl.

Even like now, they can be cold-blooded mountain people who treat human life like nothing...

But she can no longer be that poor girl in the firewood house without Brother Rong and Concubine Ling.

She can be any kind of woman.

However, these are only for Brother Rong and Miss, and only for the 'family' of Uncle Bai.

The first two, one is the sun in her heart, the other is the moon... But what are you in front of me at this moment?
If you want her to be soft and kind, if you want her to sympathize with the weak, if you want her to have a heart for the common people... She can have it, but only for Brother Rong and Miss, she will do whatever they want.

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

A pile of dead bodies on the ground.

Under the gaze of the girl who was about to calmly raise her hand again, the woman pursed her mouth and took a few 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 said in a low voice, "I know where my father is...you let mother go..."

Zhao Qian'er didn't look at the weeping woman again, but turned to look at the boy.

Li Bai held the sword in another hand, finally raised his head, and looked at the young man.

The dull boy opened his mouth in a muffled voice...

Soon.

A girl turned her head and slowly looked at the Jiyue Mountain in the distance, which was holding a grand celebration and was extremely lively, her eyes were calm.

……

　PS: Three thousand words.In addition, the brother who thought the title was crooked faced the wall!One knife, one ntr!

　　In addition, the "little sister-in-law" in the previous chapter is a typo. It should be "little aunt", which has been revised.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)