flapping wings

Qi Ping sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at the small patch of light cast by the bright moon on the ground, and suddenly took out a stack of drawing paper from his arms and handed it to Mu Xiaoque next to him.

Mu Xiaoque took each one and looked through them, only to see that each one was painted with flowers in different scenes.

Leisurely while drinking tea and listening to music, frivolous when flirting with women, lonely when looking at the scenery outside the window, Qi Ping took out a photo from the inside and put it on the bed, Hua Buluo stood under the sea of ​​lights, his eyes sparkling.

Qi Ping moved his butt, and got into Mu Xiaoque's arms, and was pushed out again after a while.

He snorted and fell on the quilt and sighed: "If Duan Qingyin can escape from the magic path, I will return these paintings to Huabuluo."

Snapped!

Another red mark was left on the fair skin, Duan Qingyin let out a muffled groan as he lowered his head weakly, and changed his position slightly, trying to block the large piece of skin that had leaked out.

The blood mixed with saliva dripped on the ground, she watched the dusty blood drop with her eyes blankly, and gritted her teeth to endure another whip that came after it.

Xiang Qing'er was sitting outside the prison, fiddling with the set of prisons brought up. Amidst the crackling sounds, she raised her hand to stop the torturer's movements.

"Duan Qingyin, the person who holds the account book of Qingyin Pavilion, not only stood outside the crowd and watched you being arrested, but even stabbed you in the back, don't you hate it? You can't figure it out, right? Tell us that Who is the person, we help you think."

"I don't know who he is," Duan Qingyin shook his head decadently: "None of us have seen his real face. Every time he appears, he wears a silver mask and black clothes. Not to mention his face, He didn’t even make small moves, we couldn’t guess his identity even if we wanted to.”

Xiang Qing'er ordered someone to bring a glass of water to Duan Qingyin, and continued to ask: "Who do you all have?"

"Yi Scar, Qian Mian, Zhang Rumeng, Shen Er, and me," Duan Qingyin coughed up blood foam, "Yi Scar doesn't have a foothold like me, his whereabouts are secretive, even I can't find him." , Zhang Rumeng and his wife died, Qianmian didn't know whether he was dead or alive."

"Just how many of you?"

Hearing this, Duan Qingyin looked at the executioner contemptuously, and said disdainfully and even proudly: "You combined the strength of the three sects to catch me, and just a few of us are enough to destroy your demonic way."

Snapped!

Being whipped again on the face, Duan Qingyin spat bloody saliva on the executioner's face, and laughed like crazy, the hatred in his eyes slowly gathered into water droplets, and slid down his face.

After being tortured for two consecutive days and two nights, Duan Qingyin never said a word, her mouth was as tight as a clam shell, and she couldn't even open it. She passed out several times, and was woken up by cold salt water every time.

In the end, if Xiang Qing'er hadn't stopped her, she would probably have been ruined alive.

In fact, Qi Ping and Mu Xiaoque had guessed this information long ago, and none of the mysteries surrounding Silver Mask have been unfolded, such as what is his relationship with Xiaobao?

Why did he burn Beishan Inn?

Did he steal Yu Ruyi?

Was he the one who issued the anonymous bounty?

Does Duan Qingyin's line have anything to do with him?If he really leaked it on purpose, why did he do it?

Now the entire Yunhe City is extremely gloomy, so many people have died, the first seven days have not passed, there are occasional inns on the street with white cloth hanging, and all kinds of paper figurines piled up at the door.

Qi Ping pushed aside the paper figurines blocking the way, and went into the restaurant with Mu Xiaoque and Xiao Muya to finish their lunch. They ran to several places in the morning, but they didn't even see the shadow of Duan Qingyin's mother.

"Uncle Xiao, have you not rested these few nights?"

Qi Ping tapped the two big dark circles under Xiao Muya's eyes, "You can go back to rest in the afternoon, just me and Que'er."

"It's okay." Xiao Muya took a sip of strong tea and waved his hands, "I'm really worried about the anonymous bounty offer. I've been very calm these days, and my heart is always not at ease."

In the afternoon, after leaving Yunhe City, a few people rushed to the village where Duan Qingyin once haunted. Halfway there, Qi Ping almost bit off his tongue, and silently said "crow's mouth" in his heart.

Five men stopped in front of them, except for the one in the middle who was wearing dark blue clothes, the others were all dressed in black.

Although these people are ordinary in appearance, they have the coercion of those who have been in high positions for many years. Qi Ping's heart skipped a beat, knowing that this is a ruthless character.

The man in the middle bowed his hands and saluted politely, "Why do we come here? You should be clear in your heart. It might seem like you are bullying the few with more. How about we make a bet with Your Excellency today?"

Qi Ping raised his eyebrows: "How do you want to bet?"

"On our side, we only choose three people to play. Let's fight against each other. We win two out of three rounds. It doesn't matter whether we live or die in each match. If we win, this Young Master Qi will follow us. If we lose, we can only blame ourselves for not being as good as others. The rest of us People cut off their arms and leave Yunhe City immediately. But there is a rule, no escape is allowed."

"Huo Qing, the master of Dongyangmen, and Xia Qianqiu, the deputy head of the Hongyun Escort Bureau," the two men who were called to reveal their identities were stunned, and their eyes narrowed dangerously at the same time.

Mu Xiaoque glanced at the faces of the man in the middle and the middle-aged man with dark face and big eyes standing on his right: "1 taels of silver is actually enough for the two of you to work? Not to mention the other experts gone."

"You don't need to worry about that," Huo Qing raised his chin, "you just have to decide whether to gamble or not."

Qi Ping nodded firmly to Mu Xiaoque, he really had enough of the days of being remembered all the time.

The last time they slaughtered a group of small fish and shrimps, they stole the safety of the past few days. This time, the big fish blocked the door. If they won, it is estimated that not many people would dare to come up with their own ideas.

"Admit defeat if you can't beat it, don't be brave," Mu Xiaoque said through voice transmission: "I see these people walking, even leaving no trace on the ground, their internal strength should be stronger than yours."

Qi Ping nodded silently. He will definitely go all out in this fight, but if he can't beat it, there is no shame in admitting defeat. It is better to admit that one's skills are inferior than to show off one's strength.

Qi Ping observed for a while, and suddenly saw an inexplicably excited gaze scanning Mu Xiaoque back and forth, with some dirty look inside.

He took a step forward to stand in front of Mu Xiaoque, looked back coldly, his heart was filled with disgust, and dangerous thoughts crazily grew.

In the end, they secretly made up their minds that even if they died together, they would have to gouge out the dog's eyes.

Among the three people chosen by the other party were Huo Qing and Xia Qianqiu, and the person who was looking at Mu Xiaoque greedily happened to be among them.

Huo Qing said generously: "We won't play any tricks here. Since you have already guessed our identity, there is no need to hide it anymore. The first scene is Brother Xia, and the second scene is Brother Zhang. Come, I will be the last one."

Although Qi Ping really wanted to face the one surnamed Zhang, but in order to make them more likely to win, he said to Mu Xiaoque and Xiao Muya: "I will play the third round, and you can decide for the remaining two rounds."

"No, the gap in internal strength is too big, do you know how dangerous it is?"

Mu Xiaoque pushed Qi Ping behind her: "Senior Xiao, you deal with Xia Qianqiu, I will fight against Huo Qing, and Qi Ping will be in the second round."

"The third match..." Before Xiao Muya could finish his sentence, Mu Xiaoque raised his hand and said, "Don't worry, I have my sense of proportion."

Xiao Muya didn't say anything more, walked directly to the open space and drew out two medium long swords from behind, looking at Xia Qianqiu who was opposite.

Xia Qianqiu held the long sword in his hand and said "offend" before rushing towards Xiao Muya first.

Holding the sword in one hand, Xiao Muya kept resisting Xia Qianqiu's attacks, while he waited for the opportunity with the other hand, biting the enemy from time to time like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole.

Xia Qianqiu responded quite calmly, and did not lose his position at all due to the opponent's surprise. Instead, he advanced and retreated well, a single sword dashed left and right in the pinch of two swords.

A stick of incense passed, no one had the slightest advantage, suddenly Xiao Muya shook his sword, and the two swords collided with Xia Qianqiu's single sword.

After a bang of internal force colliding, the two of them backed away, a piece of ground had leaked from where they had just fought, and weeds were flying around.

Xiao Muya's feet were deeply embedded in the grass, with one sword across his chest and the other around his back, his footwork suddenly changed, and he turned his body towards Xia Qianqiu, forming a Feng Xuan capable of killing people.

In this short distance, he turned faster and faster, and the flying hem of his clothes leaked out of the vortex from time to time.

Xia Qianqiu saw him approaching menacingly, instead of retreating, he charged forward.

Helplessly, Xiao Muya's speed was too fast, the flaws around his body were tightly hidden, Xia Qianqiu was forced to step back step by step.

At this time, a sword stabbed silently from the side, piercing Xia Qianqiu's outer thigh.

Before he could react, the world suddenly stopped, and Xiao Muya's other sword was stably placed across his neck.

Where Xiao Muya walked, the ground clearly leaked out, forming a path surrounded by weeds.

Qi Ping was stunned, he didn't expect Xiao Muya's martial arts to be so high, although he had been together these days, he never got to know this person well.

What always haunted his mind was that period of disgraceful history, so much so that he forgot the other party's talent in martial arts, and that this person was also once a radiant son of heaven.

Xia Qianqiu dropped the sword in his hand, raised his hand, Xiao Muya retracted the sword, turned around and left, his expression was flat, without any ups and downs, the two big dark circles still hung on his face, and he looked world-weary.

Qi Ping suddenly thought that when he was his age, this kind of competition should be regarded as a common occurrence. At that time, he didn't know what kind of expression he would have after winning, and what kind of group of people would be elated because of it.

Qi Ping drew out his sword and walked aggressively into the arena, but before taking a few steps, Mu Xiaoque grabbed his wrist and dragged him back.

With a "tsk", he couldn't help complaining, "It destroyed my aura."

"Be careful," Mu Xiaoque patted him on the shoulder, the cold expression on his face finally cracked, revealing a hint of worry, "If you can't beat him, run away."

Qi Ping dragged him to hide behind a hundred-year-old tree, dragged his chin and kissed him, and stared viciously at the pervert through the gap between the tree forks.

Wiping the saliva off Mu Xiaoque's lips with his finger, his expression was extremely serious, "You are mine, no one can take it away."

Coming out from behind the tree, Qi Ping looked directly at the pervert, without any polite words, and attacked with a fallen leaf move.

The man was obviously startled by his desperate posture, but he quickly restrained his expression and praised: "The move is not bad."

Qi Ping squinted his eyes, and moved towards the vital parts of his body, neck, heart, and belly. The man kept resisting with moves, but every time he blocked, Qi Ping instantly changed direction and called out to other vital parts.

Every time he collided with this man's sword, Qi Ping could feel a strong internal force attacking him, and his wrists became sore.

After undoing dozens of moves in succession, the other party suddenly laughed, and with a sword in front of him, Qi Ping was shocked to take a few steps back, but the man stood motionless on the spot, pursing his lips and said: "Inner strength is insufficient."

Qi Ping's hand holding the sword tightened, half of his breath was relieved, and the other party took the lead in attacking him.

The man still had that annoying smile on his face, Qi Ping really wanted to peel off his face and stick it on the dog's head.

Seeing that the sword was approaching in front of him, he hurriedly started to step back on the cloud step, his hands kept moving, and the clanging sound was clear and pleasant.

Seeing that the sword tip that was always one palm away from him was one step closer, Qi Ping had no choice but to switch from defense to attack. After more than a dozen moves, he was overjoyed that he had really found a loophole.

With a stab of the sword, the man's smile suddenly widened a bit, at this moment, Mu Xiaoque shouted: "Qi Ping, admit defeat!"

Although he didn't know what Mu Xiaoque meant, the tip of the sword he handed out was still retracted towards Huihui, and the man's face collapsed, looking at Qi Ping, he whispered,

"Sooner or later, I will catch your good friend, abolish his martial arts, and raise him in the backyard. Do you think he can still be as proud as he is now? It's just a pity, if he can have children, it will be more interesting, you say Woolen cloth?"

There was a bang in his head, and Qi Ping was so angry that his arms were shaking, "I am the ancestor, I will fight with you!"

In an instant, there was only one target left in his chest, to kill him, sew his mouth shut, poke his eyes blind, and move his whole body with true energy, he raised the sword without retreating, and stabbed hard.

However, before he touched the opponent's body, he suddenly couldn't move forward or retreat. Looking down, the person's left hand was firmly grasping his sword with a pair of iron gloves, and the smile on his face was extremely ferocious.

The empty door in front of his chest was wide open, and this man could completely end this fight with a single strike of his sword.

But he didn't continue to draw the sword, instead he pulled Qi Ping with his left hand, chopped off the sword in his hand, bent his right elbow and hit him directly on the chest.

Qi and blood surged, Qi Ping swallowed the blood rushing to his throat, and just about to try to resist, his neck was instantly bound again.

His head was stuck in the gap between the opponent's arm and waist, and he was lying on his back, his lower abdomen bearing the punch after punch.

All these changes happened in an instant, Qi Ping heard a light ding, and the voice of the wood bird came one after another.

But since it was a fight and he hadn't surrendered yet, those people would definitely stop Mu Xiaoque.

Save yourself!

Qi Ping tried his best to raise his hand, and grabbed the man's lower third. With a hiss, he felt the strength that was imprisoned around his neck disappear.

However, in the next second, another palm was printed on his chest, and his whole body was directly sent flying. Wow, he spit out blood and passed out.

Mu Xiaoque hugged Qi Ping up, trembling almost convulsively, the hands on his wrists could hardly be fixed.

He raised his hand and slapped himself hard, took a deep breath and reached towards Qi Ping's neck. After a while, he finally felt a faint beating.

"I come."

Mu Xiaoque looked at Xiao Muya, exported her zhenqi to protect Qi Ping's heart veins, pressed her trembling lips to his forehead, and finally sent it out reluctantly.

"Senior, please take care of my Xiaoqi for me."

"This one!"

Pulling out the sword and walking towards the center of the field, Mu Xiaoque pointed at the man who seriously injured Qi Ping, "He must go!"