Rescue the Paranoid Villain boss[Quick Transmigration]

Walking in the prosperous world, although she did not cause any so-called turmoil in the world, she has experienced the most real misery in the world. The experience of the world has sharpened her sword and heart, turning her from a stubborn stone into a real one. beautiful jade.

Her sword is still astonishingly sharp, pure and clean, like Xue Wuhen, just like back then.

The moves are not gorgeous, but every move is precise and makes people sigh.

Dressed in white clothes, the cold and clean eyes are set off by the piercing sword light, just like when I first saw the top of the mountain.

Seventeen drew out her sword, she felt her eyes were a little hot, so she rushed forward with astonishing momentum, and in the expectant eyes of the disciples of Xiaoyao Sect, she picked up a disciple who was besieging Xiao Ziyu and flew away with her sword.

There was a sudden silence all around.

Shi Qi wiped his face, and wiped off the blood that was accidentally splashed on his face when he went up the mountain just now, and then turned around solemnly, with a little redness at the end of his eyes: "Seventeen, my defeated opponent, come and ask for advice!"

Disciple of Xiaoyao School Ming Wu, dare to challenge this one-on-one?

Singled out is good, singled out just reaps the benefits.

So he called all the disciples back very considerately, and kindly left an open space for the two of them.

Unexpectedly, Seventeen pointed the heavy sword point directly at them.

"Wait until this group of Xiao Xiaoxiao is settled, and then ask Shaoxia Xiao for advice."

Xiao Ziyu's face, which had been cold for a long time, finally cracked a crack, and his cold brows and eyes moved slightly, but it was a two-point touching smile.

The opening is clear and moist: "Thank you."

Seventeen's eyes were even redder, just like he once thought, like a real knight, showing the momentum of drawing his sword to help when he sees injustice, and replied solemnly in a hoarse voice: "Why be polite."

The disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect were still in shock and hadn't recovered their senses. Not far away, the head of the Xiaoyao Sect yelled angrily: "Bastard! Save my life!"

The answer was Master's shameless voice: "Dream!"

Clouds and mist shrouded in the distance, and two ragged swordsmen supported each other to break out of the encirclement. The master held a sword in one hand, and refused to entangle others with his mouth. The sound of cursing could still be heard halfway up the hill.

If there is still time to scold people, then there should be no problem.

Qi Qi hadn't let go of her breath when several gusts of wind had already blown around her, and the light and shadow of the long sword and the short blade made her dazzled for a moment.

The timing of this sneak attack was precise, and the key was the large number of people.

Shi Qi took a breath, the light and shadow floating in her hand could barely block half of it, just when she thought she might be stabbed from behind, she saw a corner of the white clothes out of the corner of her eye.

Xiao Ziyu's hand holding the sword is still steady, the light of the sword is as sharp as falling snow, vaguely still looks like the old year.

Seventeen walked behind Xiao Ziyu for eight years, following Xiao Ziyu's footsteps, so persistently wanted to take her life, but never thought that they would fight side by side one day.

Deliver life.

Shi Qi felt that his nose was slightly sour, and a heart that had been hanging in the air for so many years finally fell to the ground.

She felt like she was finally starting to look like a real swordsman, a real chivalrous man.

She realized in an instant that maybe her way of life was not staggering after Xiao Ziyu, but walking side by side with the courage.

Seventeen and Xiao Ziyu fought and retreated at the same time, the fierceness of this battle is unquestionable, the blood flowed along the direction of their retreat, and the shouts and screams never stopped.

Shi Qi didn't know how many times she swung the sword, and how many times the people behind her blocked the fatal knife for her, until the people behind stopped suddenly.

She thought she had finally retreated to a safe place, and before she could catch her breath, she heard the disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect on the opposite side laugh out loud.

"Take another step back and you'll be on a cliff, I'll see how you run!"

Seventeen's sword-holding hand trembled slightly, and he turned his head with great difficulty. Three steps away, it was pitch black. The giant beast waiting to hunt opened its ferocious mouth.

Shi Qi unconsciously stroked the hilt of his sword.

——She suddenly wanted to throw Xiao Ziyu's sword off.

She holds the sword in front, and Xiao Ziyu protects the rear, because Xiao Ziyu has always been leading the way in the boundary of Xiaoshan, but...

Seventeen belatedly remembered that Xiao Ziyu had lost his way in a forest for three days and three nights, and was finally brought down by a hunter who entered the mountain.

Shi Qi felt a darkness in front of his eyes, almost staggered, and fell headfirst off the cliff one step at a time.

Fortunately, Xiao Ziyu stretched out his hand in time to give her a hand, so Shi Qi didn't die in such a bitter way.

The Xiaoshan disciples on the opposite side were very happy about this situation that seemed to be blessed by God, but they were not in a hurry to continue chasing and fighting, and planned to take advantage of a few quick words before talking.

"Xiao Ziyu, you have nowhere to go. I advise you to be more sensible, hand over your things quickly, kneel down and kowtow to Lao Tzu to beg for mercy. Maybe I can spare your life when I am in a good mood."

Xiao Ziyu's face was like frost and snow, she was standing on the edge of the cliff holding a sword, and the mountain wind was blowing her snow-clothed black hair. It was originally a very strong image, but when the other party's voice fell, she put her hand into the lapel of her shirt, and after a while, she took it out. A green jade ruyi.

The color is green and green, clear and bright, and the sword tricks engraved on it are faintly visible under the thin rays of sunlight.

Shi Qi was stunned, and so were the disciples of the Xiaoyao School.

I probably didn't expect Xiao Ziyu to be so talkative, so this couldn't be a conspiracy, right?Qiqi, a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect, hesitated.

Xiao Ziyu shook Yu Ruyi in his hand, and asked, "Do you want it?"

With a cold and serious expression, only Shi Qi, who was standing beside her, could vaguely hear an inexplicable smile.

The Xiaoyao Sect disciple said sincerely: "I think so."

After a pause, he shouted excitedly: "As long as you hand over the treasure, I will tell the master to spare your life."

Then everyone saw Xiao Ziyu, who was known as the Jianghu high mountain ice and snow, smiled slightly. This smile was amazing, but the movements of her hands were very disappointing.

She let go, and Yu Ruyi fell into the vast mountain wind, and soon disappeared into the bottomless abyss.

"—"

Afterwards, according to the people living at the foot of the mountain who were not involved in the dispute, they heard the horrific screams of the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect halfway up the mountain.

The disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect naturally turned red-eyed immediately, and a group of people rushed forward and slashed desperately.

Xiao Ziyu and Shiqi each suffered some injuries, and the Xiaoyao disciples died soon after the madness, after all, things had already fallen off the cliff.

Xiao Ziyu vomited blood all over the ground, but he didn't know the reason to take a step back to open up the sky with his sword. He said sincerely again: "If you really want it, you can jump down to find it yourself."

After a pause, he spit out another mouthful of blood foam, and smiled slowly without hesitation: "The big deal is that Xiaoshan doesn't charge money."

Seventeen: "..."

Why didn't I realize that this guy was so——

Because of this moment of cheap talk, the two of them suffered countless new injuries.

——But at least one life was left.

When Shiqi and Xiao Ziyu were carried back by Xiaoshan, the master had already finished sharing a roast chicken with headmaster Xiao.

——It is said that the head of the Xiaoyao Sect was chased and beaten by the two of them to Manxiao Mountain, and along the way, the cries of begging his grandpa to tell his grandma spread throughout the Xiaoshan Sword Sect. No face to come out to meet people.

Thinking about it is also very sad.

Seventeen spent three months recuperating from his injuries in Xiaoshan.

The master took a step ahead, and before he left, he took 1000 taels of silver from Xiaoyao and sent it to Xiaoyao, so it was considered as paying for the meal.

The seventeenth day of the first month was spent lying in bed, Xiao Ziyu was lying beside her, and a window was opened above the heads of the two seriously wounded, just enough to see the clouds and clouds in the sky, and the moon was bright, except for the occasional rain. Close the window and you will be drenched in the rain.

The two chatted like old friends who have known each other for many years. From the time when the sword is drawn, it is better to look left-handed or right-handed. They talked about whether Jiangnan's daughter red is better or apricot blossom wine. Occasionally, they want to fight with swords when they argue , as a result, as soon as he raised his hand, he screamed in pain.

The genius doctor of Jianghu squatted outside the window to decoct medicine, and he could not be completely spared with two balls of cotton stuffed in his ears. He could only sigh: "As expected of a top expert, even with such a serious injury, his spirit can be so good." After a pause, he still sighed through gritted teeth ,"very noisy."

After getting along for a month, Shi Qi felt that Xiao Ziyu's unattainable image of a young man in white had completely collapsed in her heart.

She speaks little and has a vicious tongue, and she doesn't bother people with reason. It's nothing like her spotless sword moves like a gust of wind and snow - she's a different person.

Countless times when he looked at the sky late at night, Shi Qi regretted why he saved this man from the siege of Xiaoyao sect disciples.

She should take the opportunity to go up and make up for it with a sword, and send this disaster to Huangquan earlier, and she can also get a lot of money.

Seventeen once again sent a battle card to Xiao Ziyu, and after he recovered from his injury, he would compete again on the top of Xiaoshan Mountain.

Three months later, it was the mid-spring season, and the gates of the people from Xiaoshan came to Ruzhi almost to be squeezed open. People from the rivers and lakes who wanted to watch the battle had rushed here one after another half a month ago, hoping to grab a good seat.

Shi Qi didn't have the guts to go through the main entrance, so he could only run down the mountain in the dark from the deep forest behind the mountain in the middle of the night. Dressed in white clothes reflecting the moonlight, it is very noble.

Seventeen one stay.

Xiao Ziyu's expression remained calm: "Why don't you keep running?"

——I want to continue watching.

Thanks to getting along day and night in the past few months, Shi Qi accurately caught the meaning of ridicule in Xiao Ziyu's calm eyes.

Although he had no idea how a person who could find his way on his own land and finally pushed himself to the edge of a cliff had the right to laugh at her, Shi Qi still quickly understood one thing: "Are you not lost?"

"Why did I get lost in the formation I set up by myself?" Xiao Ziyu answered as a matter of course.

"Then how to get out?" Seventeen asked.

"Go straight north and turn right when you see the bamboo forest."

"It's that simple?" Seventeen was stunned for a moment in disbelief, and then immediately reacted to another thing, pressing his right hand on the hilt of the sword in an instant: "It's so simple, you see I ran for nothing all night, playing monkeys?!"

The sword light struck straight upwards sharply, but Xiao Ziyu jumped away earlier, but the tree she was perched on just now was undoubtedly in bad luck, and was cut to pieces by five horses in an instant, and the young leaves that had grown all over the tree fell miserably.

"Three days later, the competition at noon, if you don't come, I will treat you as surrendering."

Xiao Ziyu's voice came from afar, and he had already run away without a trace.

Seventeen gritted her teeth: "Dream."

-

When Seventeen held his breath and hurried back to the mountain gate overnight, Brother Eleven was practicing swords in the yard, and kindly reminded: "Master is kneeling in the ancestral hall, be careful."

Seventeen was taken aback.

The ancestral hall is a very special existence in the mountains, and it is the only place in this loose and outrageous mountain gate that looks like a serious sect.

In the ancestral hall are the tablets of the ancestors of the past generations. Only the master can go in and offer incense, but every time the master enters the ancestral hall, he is in a bad mood, and almost every time he comes out, he has to catch his apprentices to test their martial arts.

Ever since he accidentally passed by the ancestral hall twice when he was ten years old, and was caught and beaten by his master so that he couldn't get up, Shi Qi had never been near this place again.

But now I have to go.

The blue bricks outside the ancestral hall were soaked in cold, she knelt for an hour before the master opened the door, but did not come out, just stood at the door and looked down at her.

"The disciple is not filial." She kowtowed heavily on the green brick, "The disciple cannot kill Xiao Ziyu."

"Why?" Master asked, "Martial arts are not as good as hers?"

Shi Qi shook his head and was silent for a while before speaking: "There are people in the world who can be killed and who can't be killed. This disciple is a killer, but some people shouldn't die. This disciple cannot kill her."

At this moment, what she remembered was that early morning many years ago, Xiao Ziyu's merciful sword. It was Xiao Ziyu's white clothes stained with dust on the halfway of Xiaoshan Mountain, and it was also the village after the natural disaster. Xiao Ziyu spent his whole life digging the ruins with his bare hands.

She has no reason to kill a Xia, a real Xia.

It's not the chivalrous knights who caused turmoil in the martial arts world, but no matter when, where and what their status is, there are still chivalrous people in their hearts.

She untied her sword and put her head on the bluestone: "The disciple breaks the school rules, but the master will punish him."

The master sighed, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked back at the patriarch tablet: "Do you know why I often kneel in the patriarch's ancestral hall?"

Shi Qi was stunned: "I don't know."

The master sighed again: "Because of violating the rules of the sect—those who give up if they have the opportunity to do something will be fined to kneel in the ancestral hall for one night."

The master looked up at the sky and sulked.

Seventeen seems to have realized something, just by watching Master and Headmaster Xiao gnaw on the roast chicken together, you can tell that they have a close friendship. If Master really wants to kill, a chicken can infect at least eight kinds of poisons, and Headmaster Xiao can live like a dragon and a tiger. Contesting with Master, I think Master didn't have any real murderous intentions.

——So this is why the master beats his disciples every time he kneels in the ancestral hall? !

After all, every time you finish playing, you will suffer to varying degrees.

"Seventeen, can you let go of your obsession?"

Shi Qi was stunned for a moment, then slowly straightened his back, and said solemnly, "Disciple put it down."

From staggering and chasing to walking side by side, this is the way she realized.

From being depressed to letting go completely, this is the consummation of her way.

The master showed a gratified smile, stepped aside and said, "Then come in and kneel in the ancestral hall?"

Seventeen: "..."

-

It was the early morning of the second day after kneeling in the ancestral hall on the [-]th Night. Thinking about rushing to Xiaoshan for a martial arts competition at noon, I couldn't help feeling complicated, but I could only drag my numb kneeling legs all the way down the mountain.

When Shi Qi saw two fine horses from afar, he thought it was his eyesight.

Xiao Ziyu's expression was calm: "I'm afraid you won't be able to make it before noon, so I specially picked a fine horse to pick you up."

Seventeen rides the horse and Xiao Ziyu walks together, the rising sun shines on them head-on, the horse hoofs behind him, and the knight walks shoulder to shoulder.

Seventeen took a deep breath.

"Xiao Ziyu, I have known you very early, I have known you since I was 12 years old."

When all obsessions have turned into clouds and smoke, I still want to say it again solemnly.

"I know." Xiao Ziyu replied calmly.

Shi Qi raised his head in astonishment, just in time to bump into Xiao Ziyu's calm eyes.

Drenched in the morning light, it was quiet and gentle, embodying emotions she couldn't understand.

"You were the one who overturned the wall of my courtyard when I was 12. You were the boy who was knocked over twice by my sword when I was 15. You were the knight who saved my life when I was 17. I know it was you." .”

At the age of 12, the young Xiao Ziyu kicked the girl who came in over the wall and couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed the wrist holding the sword, frowning slightly.

This man was quite strong, and her hands were a little numb from the shock.

The father pulled someone down from the wall, pointed at her and smiled triumphantly: "See? My family's Ziyu is better, your disciple can't do it."

The old man with messy hair looks like a beggar on the street, but he doesn't show any timidity even in the face of the martial arts leader.

"What are you proud of, old thief? Do you understand in the future? Besides, your family's Ziyu didn't take advantage of it. The bruise on this wrist has been in half a month. Don't even think about holding a sword again."

The father gritted his teeth angrily, and would not let go: "So what, my son Yu won anyway!"

"Can't afford to lose so much? Do you have the ability to fight with the old man?" The old man began to roll up his sleeves.

"Can't afford to lose?" my father started yelling, "You old rascal? Who the hell lost?"

Before the words were finished, the two of them had already flown to the back mountain, screaming like ghosts and howling like wolves.

This kind of fight came and went every three days, Xiao Ziyu had long been familiar with it, she knew very early on that the ragged senior was a close friend of her father's for many years, and also her uncle.

The ancestor took in two peerless geniuses, neither of them could beat the other. These two people have been extremely depressed these years, because apart from life and death, their brothers and sisters can no longer tell the winner.

Later, when the father had her, the uncle took in an apprentice alone, and the two agreed that the outcome they couldn't tell would be left to future generations, and let the apprentice decide on their behalf.

In short, it is better to pretend not to see the fierce fights of father and uncle.

So she turned her head and carefully looked at the girl who fainted on the ground. She had a white and tender complexion, delicate and delicate, and the crescent moon traces appeared in her drooping eyelids.

It was so pleasing, she unconsciously clutched her wrist, which was still aching.

She has been known as a genius since she was a child, and she is invincible among her peers. This is the first peer of her age who caused her to be injured.

——It really deserves her attention.

It was three years later that I saw that girl again, and to be honest, she was actually very happy.

People in high places are often lonely, because no one of their peers has reached her level, and the seniors who have reached her level have nothing to say.

The light of her sword fell like snow, but it formed a vast snowfield. The world is so big, and the way of the sword is so wide, there is no one who can walk with a sword.

— how lonely.

Shi Qi thought that Xiao Ziyu was extremely powerful in overthrowing her with only one sword, but she didn't know that Xiao Ziyu also tried his best with that sword.

The girl who can compete with her is the driving force for Xiao Ziyu to keep moving forward. She keeps realizing her own way of swordsmanship, and she knows that there is a swordsman not far behind her who is forging ahead like her.

——This is not a kind of walking side by side, after all, we meet each other.

When this past story was finished, Mount Xiao was close in front of us.

"No one will entrust their backs to passers-by who meet by chance. You and I are just old friends who reunited after a long time in Kendo."

The steeds raised their hooves to shatter the scorching sun at noon. The road ahead is still long, but riding horses side by side will not be too bad.

Xiao Ziyu looked at the figure silently.

——She secretly told herself that she couldn't lose. If she lost, this person would leave her and chase someone stronger and more powerful. She couldn't afford to lose.

-

Flying sand and rocks on the martial arts arena, swords and lights intertwined, white clothes are like a handful of fresh snow on the top of a mountain, and green clothes are like a ray of breeze in the forest.

All the people in the world were amazed again and again, all of them were full of reverence, except for one exception.

A certain hero who liked to join in the fun who came from Jiangnan deliberately jumped up and laughed loudly: "Did you see that? The old man is right. From now on, there will only be these two people in the world!"

People from all over the world who have good deeds hurriedly approached: "Then who among them is number one in the world?"

The hero glared at the fierce situation where the winner could not be determined after three hundred moves, and cursed: "How do I know? I'm not number one in the world!"