Reckless

2021-06-16

  Chapter 102 The Prodigal Son of Border TownThe   iron cable Hengjiang.

The squally wind engulfed the soya bean-sized raindrops and hit the rusty chain bridge. The turbid waves under the bridge covered the crackling noise of the bridge.

One end of the bridge is boundless wilderness, and the other end is Wuminggang, the last small town in the south of the Great Yan Dynasty.

It is named "Anonymous" because there is no such landmark on the Great Yan Dynasty map, which is also a place that ordinary people should not set foot in.

Under the heavy rain, a swordsman with azure clothes walked slowly over the chain bridge and came to a small town with muddy roads.

There are only more than ten houses in the town. There are hundreds of people in it, but the five internal organs are complete; there are shops, clinics, prostitutes, Inns, and a group of hungry wolves stomach rumbling with hunger .

There is no voice in the town, and countless line of sights emerge from the old restaurant tea shop, looking at the swordsman of azure clothes.

azure clothes The swordsman only has a sword in his hand, and he can't see a trace of valuable objects. All he can show them is blood.

So those gazes turned away.

azure clothes Swordsmen are accustomed to this, this world is originally a weak are prey to the strong reckless purgatory, as long as you can eat people, people will not dare to eat you; originally murderous intentions, unnamed posts , Warm Countryside that can also become a rogue cultivator.

azure clothes The swordsman carried his sword and walked to the Inn in the center of the town, asked for a pot of wine, and looked at the top of the chain bridge from the window.

In the Inn, there are four Old Zhang tables and chairs, full of traces of swords, and all the guests have been seated. The guests, like swordsmen in azure clothes, are looking at the southern wilderness under the rain.

But the difference is that everyone else is the chicks who rashly stepped into the nameless post. The swordsman of azure clothes is just saying goodbye to his hometown.

Cultivation, there are many people who cultivation for longevity, but few can really seek longevity, so at the end of cultivation, most people are still involved in secular love, hatred, and hatred. 'Seek longevity and protect common people', become'seeking to kill and fat oneself'.

azure clothes is one of them. Swordsman is one of them. He also yearned for the longevity avenue that is indisputable in the world, but after his parents died in the wilderness, the purpose of cultivation was only to pay for blood.

In fact, it is not just a rogue cultivator like him. There are countless sects in Great Yan Dynasty and its surroundings. Except for Sharp Iron Mansion, Shock Dew Platform, Cloud Water Sword and Three Founding Families, it’s all serious. Longevity, the remaining sect, are all seeking to kill.

Medicine pill cultivation technique, Heaven and Earth Treasure, Heavenly Paradise......

All kinds of opportunities, whether rogue cultivator or sect, are all flocking to them.

As long as you can go one step further on the Longevity Avenue, there will be no one you can’t kill, no things you can’t do, even if blood flows into a river and floating corpses are thousands of miles away.

azure clothes The swordsman knows that this is a crooked way, but in such a world, if you don't kill people, people will kill you, so what can you do?    Tatata--

A jar of turbid wine has not yet bottomed out. On the chain bridge, another person and a horse travelled.

A horse is a good horse, with strong limbs and a round back, with a saddle on the back, and two scimitars hung on one side of the saddle; Robe, copper mirror, etc., there are even two dead little beasts, which look like a merchant outside the Great Wall from a distance.

The person leading the horse is a youngster.

The youngster wears a black robe and a hat on his head. On the left side is a long sword with a green leather sheath. On the right side is a jade pendant. The jade pendant is engraved with a chivalrous girl and a Portrait of pig heads in the side street.

azure clothes The swordsman just glanced at it, and he knew that he was a swordsman, but he was also an inexperienced chick.

Wuminggang is only three hundred miles away from the last Xianjia ferry crossing the Great Yan to the south, Shuanlonggang.

Coming from the land of Southern Desolate, if you want to go to Shuanlong Port, you need to cross the Qingdu River. Normal people will not cross the river here, because there is a new bridge not far away; only get lost Only the chicks of the young, and the rogue cultivator who licked their blood with the knife's mouth and dared not walk the road, would walk here. This also made Wuminggang a Chaotic Burial Mound of the chicks.

azure clothes The swordsman picked up his wine bowl and sipped his mouth, but did not remind him, because this is the way in this world, the path is too long, but there is only one chance to go the wrong way, waiting to be reminded By the time, it was too late to look back.

Tatata——

The youngster did not stop, leading the steed horse and embarked on the muddy road.

There was no sound in the wine shop. Everyone looked at the person and horse, like a group of hungry wolves, sniffing the prey.

Silhouette approached, the swordsman of azure clothes took a closer look.

The youngster is at most seventeen or eighteen, and his realm is not high. When riding a horse, he does not have a sect badge on his waist, so he is not a sect child; the clothes are of fine quality and the jade pendant is hung, indicating that the family property is substantial.

This is the perfect prey.

Sure enough, the guests at several tables in the wine shop were all exchanging glances. Some of the martial cultivators put their weapons off the table to avoid disturbing the "guests".

Where there are people, there are rules, and the same is true for Wuminggang. The shop where the chicks enter, the shop they go to. When walking outside and encountering a town, the first place to go is probably the Inn. Therefore, the number of people who stand by the sidelines in the Inn is the largest.

The youngster apparently, like most people, came outside the gate of the Inn.

The pack of wolves in the wine shop has also recovered and continued to talk about trivial things.

Xiao Er Ying Qin came forward and took over the reins:

"Guest, please, do you want to stay in the shop?"

"Take a break , Come to a pot of wine."

The youngster spoke easy-going, took off the two scimitars, stepped into the door of the wine shop, raised the hat, revealing his face.

azure clothes The swordsman glanced at the sword-with sword eyebrows like ink, eyes like springs, not as handsome as a person from Barbarian Desolate Land, but like a wealthy family traveling privately.

Youngster is also watching him!    There are guests on the tables in the wine shop, and each table has one or two places. Maybe it is because he thinks he is more friendly. Youngster walked to his table and showed a bright smile:   "brother, it's full, borrow A place."

After all, two knives and one sword were placed on the table.

azure clothes The swordsman glanced at it. The sword is a good sword, the sword is a good sword, and people look like good people.

azure clothes After all, the swordsman is different from the others in the Inn. He rubbed his fingers with the traces of the sword on the table and reminded:    "Little friend, you shouldn't be here."

The youngster seemed to not understand, and he smiled heartily:    "I don't want to come either. There is no seat, Brother will be there. By the way, how far is Shuanlong Port from here, does Brother know?"

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azure clothes The swordsman sighed secretly, and had to smile back:    "Three hundred miles, go north."

youngster slightly nodded, took the jug from Xiaoer , Looked towards the other alcoholic people who were chatting casually next to him.

The loose cultivator who   sits at the table and waits for the rabbits , acting very similar, is talking about the recent major event of Great Yan: "I heard that Sharp Iron Mansion, the overlord of Nine Sects, has appeared again recently. The name'Qingkui', sees the head of the divine dragon but not its tail, and it is said that it is also the closed child of Palace Lord Situ Baye of Sharp Iron Mansion..."

"What's your name?"

"I don't know, Sharp Iron Mansion is secretive. No one knows it. I am afraid it is a genius that has never been seen in a thousand years. Because it is too mysterious, the Nine League Whelplings list directly ranks him at ninth. I don't know his name, so I will call him respectfully for the time being. For'Shangguan Jiulong'..."

Youngster obviously hadn't seen the world, and he was very fascinated. After talking about this, he turned his head and poured him a drink:

"Brother, what are the Qingkui and Whelplings list?"

azure clothes The swordsman secretly shook his head, raised his hand to push the medicine jar away, and used his own jar to give the youngster Pour a bowl.

This move made the guests at other tables look sideways, but azure clothes swordsman didn’t care about these. He explained:    "Qingkui is the future heir of Nine Sects in the South, most of them are Old Ancestor's direct line; Nine Sects are too big to bet on a seedling, so each sect has two to three green sects, which are the most innate talent cultivation genius of the various sects dísciple generation. The young dragon list is a good thing. Er’s cultivator ranked Nine Sects Qingkui with only nine positions; Sharp Iron Mansion was originally on the list, and it was Young Mansion Lord’s Shangguan hegemony, but recently it was squeezed by the sudden appearance of “Shangguan Jiulong”."

The youngster suddenly picked up the bowl and said:    "I knew that there is still this saying, I have been taught."

azure clothes The swordsman shook his head slightly, looked squintingly, and approached the table. One of his martial cultivator has already grasped the handle of the knife under the table. He also put his hand on the saber.

However, what surprised the azure clothes swordsman is that the youngster in front of him drank the wine in the bowl and stood up:

"Brother, drink first, I Kill a few people and talk later."

After speaking, he picked up the two scimitars on the table.

azure clothes The swordsman's eyes showed surprise for the first time, and more than a dozen rogue cultivators at the nearby wine table also slapped the table:

"What a crazy kid..."

嚓——

In the next moment, the sword wind in the Inn hall is like a black tide!

Seeing the black clothed youngster sitting opposite the wine table, the body flashed appeared in the middle of the hall.

There are two silver moon scimitars in his hand, the blades lingering in the black mist, before the surrounding rogue cultivator draws and draws the sword, the scimitar with the black tail sweeps at a speed that is difficult to see with naked eye. Over the table.

嚓嚓嚓——

The sharp blade cuts the flesh and bones, making a scalp-tingling muffled noise.

Blood is gushing, the three heads have not yet landed, turned into black double knives, and they have come to another table.

"8th layer Old Ancestor?!"

"The moon is covered with double swords?"

"It's from Moonlight Forest, run away..."

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There were shouts of exclamation outside the Inn, and the people in the hall ran away.

But before the airtight blade, who can take three steps? !

嚓嚓嚓——

A calm and tranquil wine shop, it turned into an Asura purgatory in a flash.

"Ah—"

"Rao......"

The black clothed youngster has a pair of swords, her eyes are so cold that they are inhumane, so she ignores anything. Wailing and pleading, the sword is killed!

The howling wind and torrential rain in the hall seem to be stronger than outside the window!    Wherever the youngster passed, the broken limbs flew across, but the blood did not touch the body, but with a few breaths of effort, more than a dozen wild wolves in the hall turned into corpses under the blade.

azure clothes The accident in the eyes of the swordsman gradually turned into a horror. When the blade stopped and the black clothed youngster spilled the blood on the double knives, he came back to his senses and opened his mouth:    "Heh... didn't expect a brash man with a knife."

Youngster stood among the corpses on the ground, turning his head and showing a bright smile:    "My name is Zuo Lingquan, I'm a swordsman. But most people can't bear my sword."

The swordsman shook the head, and I don’t know whether he believed it or not. He put down his wine bowl and cupped the hands:    "Southern Desolate Zhao Wuxie, lucky to meet."

"Fortunate to meet."

……

(End of this chapter)