Thirteen Swords of Qin Shizhi's Desperate Beginning

Zilan Villa, reception hall

The scene was silent, except for everyone in Quicksand, there was also a little girl, a well-behaved, quiet little girl who looked less than three years old.

Hong Yumu said with love: "Wow, she is so small and cute."

Hong Yu picked up a piece of pastry, brought it forward and said, "Little sister, what's your name? Where are your parents? Are you unable to find your way home?"

The same is true for Yan Lingji and Zi Nu, their eyes softened by three points.

It's really that this little girl is too well-behaved, too fair, with a pink face, and a pair of pale gold eyes looking at everyone quietly, which makes people feel affectionate.

Yan Lingji joked, "It looks like this girl doesn't look like you either."

Li Changqing said angrily, "Of course it's impossible to be like me."

Zi Nu asked suspiciously: "It really has nothing to do with you?"

Li Changqing raised his forehead and said: "Of course it has nothing to do with me. Calculate the time, I was only 15 years old at that time, I..."

It's too shameful, Li Changqing can't speak anymore.

Yan Lingji covered her mouth and smiled lightly, she rarely saw Li Changqing embarrassed, this look was really funny.

Li Changqing waved his hand and said with a smile: "Come on, little sister, tell uncle, do you know me?"

The little girl stepped forward obediently, and shook her head slightly: "I don't know."

Li Changqing was startled, then asked again: "Then why do you want to see me?"

The little girl replied: "It is my mother who wants to see you."

"Your mother?" Li Changqing was startled again.

Everyone also showed curiosity, did Li Changqing know the little girl's mother?Is there some kind of unknown relationship between them?
Li Changqing was startled suddenly, he looked at the little girl, with a small face like an apple, a pair of pale gold eyes, two ponytails, wearing a white top with a chrysanthemum pattern and a light pink skirt.

"It seems quite familiar?"

Li Changqing asked: "Little sister, tell uncle, what's your name?"

The little girl replied calmly: "Mother said, my name is Yan, the word of the oath."

"Ayan?!" Li Changqing was shocked.

Wei Zhuang frowned, and asked: "Your expression, do you know her?"

Li Changqing let out a long sigh and said, "That's right."

Zi Nu said: "Yes, it is, and if it is not, it is not. What does it mean?"

Yan Lingji held her hair in her hands, blinked her beautiful light blue eyes, and asked, "So, you also know her mother?"

Li Changqing nodded and said: "Although I haven't seen it, I do know it."

Han Fei drank a glass of wine and said with a smile: "Interesting, interesting. I haven't encountered such an interesting thing for a long time."

"A woman, Brother Li knew her, but hadn't seen her. Then, her daughter approached Brother Li and invited him to meet her."

Han Fei rubbed his chin and said, "This woman must be begging Brother Li for help, and this woman must not be an ordinary woman."

The little girl Ah Yan nodded and said, "My mother is of course unusual."

Zhang Liang smiled and praised: "This little girl is really smart at a young age, if she is taught by a teacher, she will become a great talent in the future."

Li Changqing waved his hand, embraced the little girl, put her on his shoulders, then took a piece of pastry and gave it to her, and said with a smile: "Ah Yan, let's go and see your mother."

"Don't let her wait too long, otherwise, she will worry about you."

Wearing a green shirt and a sword box, a little girl was sitting on her shoulder, holding her with her left hand; the little girl was less than three years old, took a bite of the soft pastry, and smiled brightly on her small face: "Thank you uncle."

One big and one small, gradually drifting away, leaving Zilan Villa.

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To the west of Xinzheng City, thirty miles away, a tributary of the Yellow River, somewhere beside the river.

On the banks of the Yellow River, a beautiful woman holding an oil umbrella stood quietly by the river, her beautiful eyes looked into the distance, and she saw the long river and the endless reeds on both sides.

Suddenly, there was a burst of singing, and an old man supported a dilapidated fishing boat, which was full of fishing gear. He caught a few delicious perch today, and he would surely sell them for a good price tomorrow.

The old man was wearing a coir raincoat, a straw coir rain cap, and straw sandals. He looked at the beautiful woman by the river and asked, "Girl, are you still going home?"

Wearing a light yellow long dress, the beautiful woman with a delicate face held an umbrella, her face was calm, and she didn't answer.

The old man continued: "It's getting dark, what are you waiting for if you don't go home?"

This time, the beautiful woman spoke, with a gentle and ethereal voice, and said, "I'm waiting for someone."

The old man pulled the boat to the shore, took off a water bag on his waist, and said, "I am an old man, I am going home. The water in this water bag is mountain spring water, and I gave it to you, Miss."

The beautiful woman didn't respond, she still held her umbrella, her beautiful eyes looked at the endless reeds, the sparkling river in the distance, and listened to the sound of the wind.

She didn't seem to see the old man fishing approaching step by step.

Ten feet, five feet, three feet, one foot.

Ten steps, five steps, three steps...

"Girl..."

The old man squeezed his right hand suddenly, the water bag shattered, a cold light flashed, and there was a dagger hidden in the water bag, the water droplets splashed, and the sword light was like lightning.

choke!
Suddenly, there was a flash of cold light, and there was a jingle, and the storm suddenly stopped and stopped instantly.

The woman was still the same woman, except that the umbrella had landed on the ground, and the three-inch-long, three-foot-long long sword tied with cloth strips on her back was in her hand.

The white cloth was shattered all over the sky, a pitch-black sword was in his hand, and drops of blood dripped from the tip of the sword.

At the same time, figures swooped out from all directions.

"kill!"

Eight people attacked at the same time from eight directions and eight angles at the same time, and their moves were fierce. Each of them was an expert in the world of killers and a veteran of the world of assassins.

The most important thing is that they are not weak. One is eighth rank, three are seventh rank, and the rest are sixth rank. Wearing snare masks and black clothes, they swarm out at the same time.

For this attack, they obviously lay in ambush for a long time and prepared their momentum for a long time. Now that they make a move, it will definitely be earth-shattering.

From the angle, timing, and coordination of their attacks, it can be seen that they are all professional killers, and what they do is killing people for food.

The coordination of this blow was perfect and impeccable. Any master who had just entered the ninth rank would be seriously injured by it, unless the lightness kung fu and body skills were superb.

As long as the prey is injured, these killers have many ways to drain the last drop of blood from the prey.

It's a pity that their failure was doomed the moment the stunning beauty made her move!
choke!
The saber was unsheathed, a strange sword, a sword that cut iron like mud, a powerful energy burst out from the woman's body, she closed her eyes slowly, and swung the long sword.

At this moment, the sky and the earth became ink, nothing but endless sword energy blooming one after another.

She actually perfectly disintegrated this killing blow, and swung the sword eight times in an instant, and each sword hit the enemy's flaws, and the fierce sword energy shattered and tore the surroundings.

chi chi chi...

Sword aura criss-crossed the sky, and blood burst out from the screams of the eight snare killers. The eight of them flew upside down almost at the same time, and the aftermath of the sword aura tore apart the weeds.

With a radius of ten feet, the sword energy spread, cutting pieces of weeds and river bank reeds.

Li Changqing came from the air, with a little girl sitting on his shoulder, one big and one small flew over and stood in the field.

Li Changqing smiled lightly and said, "Snap the net, startled salamander."