Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

Lu Zhengqiu silently looked at the man opposite.

Nine years was enough to erase many memories, but not this man's face.

This face was his nightmare day and night, tortured him, reprimanded him, and reminded him of the crimes he had committed in the past.

Now this man appeared in front of him, with a vivid expression, every wrinkle clearly discernible, as if the nightmare had finally invaded reality, replacing the stability and peace that had been accumulated for nine years.

The man also looked at him with mockery in his eyes: "I've been looking for you for nine years, but I didn't expect you to appear in front of me by yourself."

Having said that, he didn't mean to reminisce about the old days, but lifted the crossbow in his hand and pulled his index finger: "Alright, today is just a good day for you to die."

The fourth feathered arrow slid out, aimed at Lu Zhengqiu's throat amid strong wind and torrential rain.

With such a short range, it flew into the eyes of the latter almost instantly.

At that moment, Lu Zhengqiu turned back and pulled Shuttle, loosened his five fingers at the same time, pulled out the saber from his waist, and threw the sword with the strength of turning around.

The saber drew a meteor-like trajectory, knocked the feathered arrow that was close at hand into the air, and then took it straight to the boatman's wrist. The river water, leaving behind a few ripples, was quickly swept away by the vortex without a trace.

And he was just in time to grab the rope again.

His movements are done in one go.The person at the other end of the boat only retreated a little with the current, and then stopped firmly in the water again.

The person opposite was stunned for a moment, spread his empty hands, and looked at him: "It seems that your skills have not retreated, Lu Zhengqiu."

He let out an inaudible sigh, and said in a deep voice, "You'll be safe too, Nan Yanqi."

This was the first time he spoke to a man. The ordinary words made the man laugh out loud. Against the background of the sound of the water, the laughter sounded extraordinarily cruel.

The man named Nan Yanqi took a step forward, picked up the boat song with his toes, and weighed it in his hand: "Do you still remember that when we first learned swords, we used this kind of thing. The boat that has been on this river for so long has been used very well."

Lu Zhengqiu did not answer.

This person's every move had already been deeply rooted in his mind, and he understood the other person's intentions without asking any questions, and at the same time understood his own situation.

People are knives, I am fish.

Nine years have passed, and the debt he owed has finally reached the time limit for repayment.

Nan Yanqi used a bamboo pole as a sword, and stabbed at his knee impartially.

The stinging pain piercing through the bone made him tremble, and the pain traveled all over his body, forcing him to bend his knees and kneel on the boat plank with one leg.

The icy water rolled over the bow of the boat and splashed on him, and in the dizzying jolt, the second sword stabbed him in the shoulder.

There was a dull sound like cracking joints, his shoulders trembled violently, and a line of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

It was the blood from biting the pale lips, and it was fishy and hot on the tongue.

His hands have lost consciousness, as if they were detached from his body without authorization.Even he couldn't tell what kind of strength was supporting him, and he still held on firmly to the rope.

The third sword fell heavily, hitting his vest.

There was a severe dull pain in his chest, as if his ribs were being torn apart. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, which melted into the puddles at the bottom of the boat.

"Master," he heard Holly's voice coming from the water, "Master, let go!"

His five fingers were unmoved, and he still clenched tightly on his own initiative. He knelt on the ground, bowed deeply, with his back bent and his head drooping, like a stone sculpture of suffering, standing in the violent wind and waves.

"Master—" Dongqing was still shouting with all her might.

"You actually accepted an apprentice?" Nan Yanqi laughed loudly on top of his head, "I don't know when you plan to take him to pay homage to the ancestor?"

Lu Zhengqiu didn't answer his question, not out of disdain, but because he didn't have the strength to answer.

He turned his head slightly and looked into the river.He saw Holly pulling the boat rope desperately and swimming towards him.

Strangely, at this moment of life and death, the first thing he noticed was Holly's swimming posture.

Holly slapped the surface of the water desperately, her wet hair sticking to her cheeks and neck, her movements were as clumsy as a drowning ape.

No matter when, Dongqing always tries her best to pursue the goal in front of her with enthusiasm and tenacity, even without fear of showing her ugliness.

This is the beloved disciple he trained by himself.

The corners of his mouth rose slowly, forming a faint smile.

In this dark night, where there seemed to be no dawn, his smile was extremely pure and satisfying, and even the bloodshot hanging on the corner of his mouth became brighter, like a handful of fireflies against the darkness.

He finally exhausted his last bit of strength, and gradually let go of the bloodshot hand that was stretched by Chuan Suo.

Fortunately, his apprentice grabbed the edge of the boat first.

"You don't want to hurt my master!"

Lu Dongqing hugged Baiyu, turned over and climbed onto the deck of the boat, and then quickly threw the boat rope in his hand to the wooden stake.

The hull of the boat receded with the torrent, and was pulled tight again by the ropes. The simple wood was lifted high, and then fell back to the water heavily, stirring up a circle of water curtain. The poor wood made a rattling sound, almost almost fall apart.

Nan Yanqi didn't expect such a change, his feet slipped, and he couldn't help taking half a step back.Taking advantage of this moment, Lu Dongqing put Bai Yu behind her, stepped forward, pinched the opponent's wrist with five fingers, and snatched the Chuan Song from his hand.

How could Nan Yanqi succeed by him, and immediately fought back with all his strength, the two fought on the narrow boat plank, and passed ten moves in a blink of an eye.

On the one hand, Lu Dongqing was gradually unable to do what he wanted, and the opponent on the opposite side was far superior to him in terms of internal strength and speed. In terms of martial arts, he was by no means inferior to his master.

On the other hand, due to the short distance, Nan Yanqi couldn't use his body skills, and he couldn't get rid of the opponent's entanglement for a while.

Lu Dongqing searched around from the corner of her eye, and caught a glimpse of the box hidden in the shadow of the boat canopy, which happened to be not far from the opponent's feet.With an idea, he flashed a palm slap sideways, and then kicked towards the box with his legs.

"Don't even think about it!" Nan Yanqi immediately turned around, spun the Chuan Song in his hand, and swept across his chest.

Lu Dongqing leaned back to dodge it, and took advantage of the time when the other party was closing, turned around and picked up Bai Yu and the master, leading the two to jump up, jumped vigorously, and finally crossed the rapids and landed on the river bank.

The moment he landed on the ground, he began to cough violently, coughing up all the sand and sand that had choked into his throat. The reaction after drowning tormented his spleen and stomach, and he felt nauseated in his stomach.

The three who escaped from the tiger's mouth were all in a panic.However, Nan Yanqi had already caught up from behind.

The envoy from the Devil's Cult easily jumped onto the shore, not only that, but also had a genuine sword in his hand.

This sword was exactly what Lu Dongqing threw on the shore when he confronted Bai Yu just now.

Yue Baiyu was still asleep beside him, his head was resting on the stone, his body was soaked and his face was pale.

"Although Chuan Song is good, a real sword is easier to use."

Nan Yanqi said to himself, when he finished speaking, he raised his sword and stabbed.

This time, he aimed at Yue Baiyu's chest.

The other two had already seen his sword path, but they had no time to stop it.

Blood splattered.