I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 13 The first time I held a sword, I knew I would be the best in the world

Fighting and killing are the basic colors of the underworld.

It's like there is always mud under the water in the pond that can never be washed away.

Swords, life and death, blood and fire... For profit, for fame, for a breath, for a person, for a word, killing or being killed is the norm in the world of martial arts.

Therefore, even though the tragic scene of blood spilling on the streets has not been staged in Su County for many years, every household in the county does not feel much fear or unfamiliarity with these scenes.

Tonight, no officials will come, and no civilians will show up.

Things in the underworld are left to the underworld.

It was raining heavily. On the street in front of the restaurant, there were many corpses lying in disorder. Some were completely cold, while some were still warm. Broken limbs just fell to the ground. There was a young man whose belly was cut open and he was grabbing the fallen internal organs and stuffing them back into his stomach. I don’t know if he would regret picking up the night sword and rushing into this world where death was as easy as extinguishing a light with such passion.

Outside the restaurant, the four true warriors who had entered the realm were the only ones who remained in relatively good condition.

The cook was not in good condition. He had a deep wound on his back that affected his movements.
Qi Renfeng's condition was not good either. He had a scar on his left eye and his eyeball could no longer be saved.

Shopkeeper Jiang held the sword, breathing slightly faster... After all, he was old, and in the past fifteen years, he had wasted too much, whether it was his former cultivation or the proud spirit that had the potential to become the best in the world.

The cold rain falls on my shoulders, bringing a biting chill.

Fortunately, although he is old, he is not exhausted so quickly.

Compared with Manager Jiang, Chuan Lin Dao looked even more embarrassed.

"Calculating the time... In another half a quarter of an hour, we can kill all these people."

Shopkeeper Jiang shook off the water droplets on his sword: "Perhaps they still have some trump cards in their hands, but that's not a big deal... ahem... I dare not risk my life."

His voice wasn't too loud, just loud enough for the people nearby to hear.

This was also a reminder to Chuanlin Dao that it might not be worth risking his life for Qi Renfeng.

This group of people is made up of interests. When they encounter a tough problem, they should naturally consider whether to retreat or stay.

Regardless of what the two people here think.

The cook secretly took the time to recover his strength and grabbed a handful of hemostatic powder and applied it to the wound on his back.

At this moment, a figure entered the grim street.

Inevitably attracted the attention of both parties.

In order to ensure that the plan is foolproof, the entrances and exits of this street have been blocked in advance. The goal is to prevent outsiders from entering. Otherwise, if a civilian accidentally enters and loses his life, the government will have to intervene.

The visitor was dressed in simple clothes, slightly bleached from starching, and holding an oil-paper umbrella. He was inconspicuous under the night sky, and even looked a little thin.

Someone nearby recognized him.

"He's the waiter at Jiangning Restaurant."

"Didn't he leave town three days ago?"

Qi Renfeng's expression changed slightly, and he looked at Chuanlindao: "Didn't you say to kill him?"

Chuan Lin Dao shook his head, also looking puzzled. "I didn't receive any news... I thought he was killed, but I didn't expect him to come back. But he didn't seem to bring anyone back. Is he just alone?"

The two men looked around and confirmed that Bai Xuan had indeed come alone and there was no one around. They couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. If another Zhenwu came in at this time, they would have to give up the siege and even run for their lives.

Because Bai Xuan looked harmless, no one stopped him when he walked to the front of the restaurant with an umbrella. Naturally, no one cared whether a kid who had never entered the country took the initiative to walk into the encirclement or not.

Bai Xuan walked closer and was almost slapped on the back of his head. He ducked his head to avoid it, and when he raised his head again, he saw a pair of angry eyes.

Shopkeeper Jiang, like an angry old lion, cursed: "Why are you back?"

Bai Xuan raised his hands in surrender: "Didn't you ask me to find helpers to help me?"

Shopkeeper Jiang was both angry and amused: "So you didn't find it, so you came back alone in disgrace? Didn't I tell you to stay in Yunzhou for seven days before returning?"

Bai Xuan was about to be beaten again... but he was no longer the Bai Xiaoer before. It was not right for him to hide, nor was it right for him not to hide.

"Found it. The Tiger Taoist came back with me."

"What?" Shopkeeper Jiang paused, wondering, "That stinky Taoist priest really came?"

Not to mention that the Taoist priest was always running around and never returned home all year round, so even if he heard about this, he probably wouldn't want to get involved. Has Niu Bizi changed his ways?

"That's right." Bai Xuan said without hesitation: "He said he wanted to try the osmanthus."

Hearing this, Shopkeeper Jiang fell silent.

His hand holding the sword was no longer steady, but began to tremble slightly.

His expression was restrained, as if he was facing a powerful enemy.

He didn't ask any more questions and just said, "Go into the restaurant."

Seeing the old shopkeeper's expression, Bai Xuan also realized something: "Could it be..."

Before he finished speaking, the sound of breaking strings and metal colliding burst out in the air.

Amidst the pitch-black night and the rustling rain, a black light and a half-moon arc collided and intertwined.

Just as Bai Xuan was speaking, Shopkeeper Jiang had already drawn his sword and swung it towards the sky.

A pitch-black tiger fell from the sky, and its sword was like the tiger's sharp teeth, biting towards its target.

This confrontation lasted only a split second, but the agitated energy directly knocked the chef who was squatting on the ground over, and he rolled backwards twice.

After this attack, the street fell into a brief deadlock again, and it was so quiet that it seemed as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

But there was one more person on the street.

He was a Taoist priest in a Taoist robe, pacing back and forth like a ferocious tiger in the mountains.

He did not go directly to see Manager Jiang, but looked at Bai Xuan first, and said regretfully: "Boy, I told you to come back after dawn, why didn't you listen? Now I have to kill one more person I don't want to kill." "...You are not the Fierce Tiger Taoist." Bai Xuan realized that he had been misled. He was indeed in the Taoist temple, wearing Taoist clothes, and there was a tiger martial spirit around him. Although the characteristics were very similar, it did not mean that he was the Fierce Tiger Taoist.

"I'm not. I didn't mean to lie to you all the way."

There was a look of pity in the Taoist's eyes because he saw that even though Bai Xuan realized that he had been deceived, he did not show any regret or remorse, and thus fell into emotional exhaustion. He was even more impressed by the young man's strong mind and good character.

Such a seedling is the successor that every true warrior desires.

But now the two sides are standing on the opposite sides of life and death!

The Taoist raised his sword, as if to repay Bai Xuan for leading the way. He introduced himself: "My surname is Huangfu, my name is Qinhu, and the people in the martial arts world gave me the nickname 'Tiger Soul'. Twenty years ago, I was ranked on the Grandmaster List, and my goal here is... to become your master!"

"He owes me something, and he should return it today."

"I've been looking for him for fifteen years, but I've come up empty-handed time and time again. So today..."

Huangfu Qinhu pointed his sword at Shopkeeper Jiang: "There's no way you can avoid this, Jiang Baichuan!"

Having his true name revealed, Shopkeeper Jiang blew a breath of hot air into his hands and retorted, "Just now I was wondering who was impersonating me... and it turns out to be you. Fifteen years ago, it was clearly you who lost a move in chess, but you said it was a debt. What's the point of trying to flatter yourself?"

"What happened back then doesn't count anymore, so I'm making up for it today." Huangfu Qinhu held his forehead and smiled, "But you're old now, how much of the grandmaster's power is left in your bones? I'm afraid you won't last more than ten moves before you collapse from exhaustion!"

"It's only been fifteen years, and you're already so old you're almost ready for a coffin!"

Jiang Baichuan didn't even bother to raise his eyelids half an inch in the face of these taunts.

In other words, when Huangfu Qinhu stood here, Jiang Baichuan could not hear anything he said, because today only one of them could walk out of Su County alive.

In the eyes of the old shopkeeper, the real danger has never been the Qi family martial arts school, nor even the Hong family in Yunzhou, but his past - when the group of bloodthirsty sharks follow the smell of blood left by his past, that is when he will be doomed.

He actually knew that he couldn't hide for too long.

If Huangfu Qinhu doesn't come today, someone else might come tomorrow.

When Jiang Chengzi was unsheathed, he was already prepared, and it made no difference whether it was earlier or later.

A stream of burning energy gushed out from under the old man's sleeves.

"The battle of Grandmasters isn't about who's better, it's about life and death. If I die, someone will carry my coffin. What about you?"

Huangfu Qinhu suppressed his smile, his eyes gleaming with a sharp gleam: "You've run this restaurant for so many years, and you can't even afford a coffin and a pot of wine?"

Jiang Baichuan said no more.

All is said and done.

Next, it’s time to fight to the death with the sword.

Shopkeeper Jiang was too distracted to care about anything else at this point. He only had time to order, "Cook, take Erlang... to Yumen, and don't look back!"

Say it.

The rain curtain on the street seemed to be torn apart by someone, and tens of thousands of falling water droplets were lifted up.

The thunder in the night illuminates two figures, frozen in the night, what a fight between a dragon and a tiger.

The two masters set the battlefield in a remote place.

……

Huangfu Qinhu is gone.

But the threat from the Qi family still exists, and the two incoming warriors have not suffered any damage.

In the open space outside the restaurant.

Chuan Lin Dao and Qi Ren Feng finally came to their senses.

Qi Renfeng could not hide his joy and surprise. If he knew that Shopkeeper Jiang was Jiang Baichuan who was rumored to be able to cut a river in half with one sword, he would definitely not dare to take action. However, Jiang Baichuan's identity had been exposed, and there was no way he could stay in Su County. Besides, he might not survive today.

"God help me too!"

Apart from these four words, he really couldn't think of anything else.

Chuan Lin Dao had to admit that the Qi family was reckless and had great luck. After calming himself down, he said, "Let's deal with these two first. Cut the grass and eliminate the roots, leaving no future troubles!"

In the restaurant lobby, cold wind and rain kept pouring in.

The cook stood beside Bai Xuan, tightened his belt, licked his pale lips, and said in a low voice: "Listen, Erlang, I will hold them back later. Just think about running forward and don't look back."

He can die, but the boy cannot die.

He is a man of the world, but the boy is not yet one of the world. He should not die here. The child clearly knows nothing.

The cook who was thinking this did not know that Bai Xiaoerlang had already passed away.

The person standing here now is Bai Xuan.

He was the number one kendo master five hundred years ago.

He casually picked up a fallen weapon on the floor of the restaurant.

It was just an ordinary iron sword, plain and even rough.

He turned his wrist and made a sword flower.

A strong sense of familiarity arises spontaneously.

He had felt the same way in his previous life.

It is a kind of self-confidence that needs no expression, a state of mind that has never been lost, and a destiny that has long been certain.

Five hundred years ago, when Bai Wuming founded Jiange, he said this to his disciples.

——The first time I held a sword in my life, I knew I would be the best in the world!
(End of this chapter)